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Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low
cocaine growers
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 analyzing
Youths on roofs, you know, three time brutes
Roll together, tropical puff, whatever
Yo we go run up on, kids for leathers
What drug? Faculties keys for G's
Cream flow 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
Change for better, be my only vendetta
With life, feed seed right, he's breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable
Never get jacked, see ya then black
Paradise trife, plush with ice
nice, laying back, sleep all my life
up!

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

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

Crack patients, smokers
carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers
the children, investigative reports!

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

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

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