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

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

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

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

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

Yo, I grab the pen for and let loose, see
Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a kufi
The hundred-dollar kick rocking back for more
Starting gold wars, with black and Velours
way of life, living villain
Packed visions, copywritten
bread to pigeons, Christ has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time brothers shot craps
The blue Guess 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 down in
in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded nines
Life is Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, mirrors don't need a press spirals
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 shot arrows
You keep your eye on the sparrow

rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal cocaine
Starvation,
Anxiety, trying me
Gun slingers, ringers

Investigative