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Rugged rhymsters, crooked
droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
Backstabbers, low
Illegal cocaine
Starvation,
Anxiety, trying me
Gun slingers, ringers

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

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

Calling all cars, calling all cars!
Psychos, armed and dangerous, leaving mad scars on
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when blast the spot
Victims off like astronauts
Get with this, even your best
Come on down, the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all your Bank 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 JFK sniper
He just came home from
Rolling like Kaufman, and laid that ass out carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, complaints for the five-oh
Then the God - chk-a-chk POW!
release shots and premeditate to grab
And they jet back to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered
Where shorties lose by the gallons

patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, tokers
buildings, brothers building
Save the children, 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
gold wars, with black Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, villain
Packed with visions,
Throwing bread to pigeons, Christ has
Elegant, slang master, jack expensive noodle hats
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
be hanging big niggas down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye loaded nines
Life is like Tarzan, swinging from a vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors need a press spirals
Aim at the white shadows with big
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, and Armarettas
Who none, crushing all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we angrily arrows
You keep your eye on the sparrow

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

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