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

Yo, my out of this world
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 trees puff,
Yo we go run up on, kids for leathers
What drug? bubble keys for G's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit Guyanese
up, hold your head before you fall out
The morgue route, the devil that
get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, that be my vendetta
With life, feed your seed right, he's breathing right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable
Never get jacked, see ya then move
Paradise trife, plush much ice
Getting nice, laying back, sleep all my
up!

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

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

patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, tokers
buildings, brothers building
Save the children, reports!

Yo, I the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Like Muslims, standing on the block, a kufi
The hundred-dollar kick rocking kid's for more
Starting gold wars, with black and Velours
way of life, living villain
Packed visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, Christ has
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time brothers shot craps
The baggy blue jeans, pull strings off in Palm Springs
I'm in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap king
The emperor - the golden thieves play the benches
Rednecks be hanging big niggas in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded
Life is Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a press
Aim at the shadows with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the headers, milk and Armarettas
Who fear none, crushing all vendettas, yo
They use guns we angrily shot arrows
You better keep eye on the sparrow

Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, dead

Investigative