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Rugged rhymsters, crooked
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, ringers

Yo, my slang's out of this
Mix man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing
Youths on roofs, you know, three time brutes
together, tropical trees puff, whatever
Yo we go run up on, kids for leathers
What drug? bubble keys for G's
flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your head before you out
The morgue route, the devil want
get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, that be my vendetta
With life, feed your seed right, breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable
Never get jacked, see ya move black
Paradise trife, with much ice
Getting nice, laying back, sleep all my
up!

Crack patients, dime
Vial carriers, tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers
the children, investigative reports!

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

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

Yo, I the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a kufi
The hundred-dollar kick rocking kid's back for
Starting gold wars, black Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, villain
Packed visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive noodle
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 rap king
The corner - the golden thieves play the benches
Rednecks be big niggas down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded
is like 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 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, crooked
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
cocaine growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, trying me
Gun slingers, ringers

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