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Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
cocaine growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, trying me
Gun slingers, ringers

Yo, my out of this world
Mix man, little man and his girl
Way of got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing young
Youths on roofs, you know, three felony brutes
together, tropical trees puff, whatever
Yo we could go run up on, kids for
What Faculties bubble keys for G's
Cream like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your head you fall out
The route, the devil want that
Let's get my niggas all out
Change for better, that be my only
With life, your seed right, he's breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, and tackable gats
Never get jacked, see ya then move
Paradise trife, plush with ice
Getting nice, laying back, sleep all my
up!

Crack patients, smokers
Vial carriers, mocha
Burnt buildings, brothers
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 when they blast the
Victims off like astronauts
Get with this, even your can't
Come on down, you're the contestant!
Get your pockets dug all your Chemical Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Putnam and Franklin
used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
Than your average JFK
He just home from Spofford
Rolling like Kaufman, and that ass out like carpet
the stuttering boy, save complaints for the five-oh
Then praise the God - POW!
They release and premeditate to grab
And then jet back to the lab
And remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
shorties lose blood by the gallons

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

Yo, I grab the pen for and let loose, see
Like Muslims, standing on the block, a kufi
The hundred-dollar rocking kid's back for more
Starting gold wars, with Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, villain
Packed visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers that brothers shot craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky labelled rap king
The corner emperor - the thieves play the benches
be hanging 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 mirrors don't need a press
Aim at the white with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the headers, milk and Armarettas
Who fear none, all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we angrily arrows
You better keep eye on the sparrow

Rugged rhymsters, crooked
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
cocaine growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, trying me
Gun slingers, dead

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