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Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low
Illegal cocaine
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, dead

Yo, my slang's out of this
Mix collaboration man, man and his girl
Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm young
on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes
Roll together, tropical puff, whatever
Yo we go run up on, kids for leathers
What drug? Faculties keys for G's
flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your head you fall out
The morgue route, the devil want
Let's get my locked all out
for better, that be my only vendetta
With life, feed your seed right, he's breathing right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, and tackable gats
Never get jacked, see ya then move
trife, plush with much ice
Getting nice, laying back, all my life
up!

Crack patients, smokers
carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, building
Save the children, reports!

all cars, calling all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, and dangerous, leaving mad scars on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot they blast the spot
Victims took off like
Get with this, your best can't
Come on down, you're the contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all Chemical Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and
used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
Than average JFK sniper
He just came home Spofford
Rolling like Kaufman, and laid ass out like carpet
Stop the boy, save complaints for the five-oh
praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They shots and premeditate to grab
And they jet back to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered
shorties lose blood by the gallons

Crack patients, dime
Vial carriers, mocha
Burnt buildings, building
Save the children, reports!

Yo, I grab the pen for and let loose, see
Like Muslims, on the block, rocking a kufi
The hundred-dollar rocking kid's back for more
Starting gold wars, with black and Velours
Jungle way of life, villain
Packed visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, has risen
King Elegant, slang master, expensive noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time brothers shot craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, strings off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap
The emperor - the golden thieves play the benches
be hanging big niggas down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded
Life is like Tarzan, swinging a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors need a press spirals
Aim at the shadows with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the headers, milk and Armarettas
Who fear none, all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns we angrily shot arrows
You better your eye on the sparrow

Rugged rhymsters, crooked
droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low
cocaine growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, dead

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