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Rugged rhymsters, crooked
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal cocaine
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, dead

Yo, my out of this world
Mix man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm young
Youths on roofs, you know, three felony brutes
Roll together, trees puff, whatever
Yo we could go run up on, for leathers
What drug? Faculties keys for G's
Cream flow like seven seas, hit Guyanese
Word up, hold your before you fall out
The morgue route, the devil that
Let's get my niggas all out
Change for better, that be my vendetta
life, feed your 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
Getting nice, back, sleep all my life
up!

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

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

Crack patients, dime
Vial carriers, mocha
Burnt buildings, brothers
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 kick rocking back for more
Starting gold wars, with Reeboks and Velours
way of life, living villain
Packed with visions,
Throwing bread to pigeons, Christ has
Elegant, slang master, jack expensive noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers that brothers shot craps
The blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring rap king
The emperor - the golden thieves play the benches
Rednecks be big niggas down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the eye with loaded nines
is like Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't a press spirals
Aim at the white with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, and Armarettas
Who none, crushing all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we shot arrows
You keep your eye on the sparrow

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

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