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

Yo, my slang's out of this
Mix collaboration man, little man and his
Way of got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing young
Youths on roofs, you know, three time felony
Roll together, tropical puff, whatever
Yo we could go run up on, kids for
What drug? Faculties bubble for G's
flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your before 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, raps and gats
Never get jacked, see ya then black
Paradise trife, plush much ice
Getting nice, laying back, all my life
up!

Crack patients, smokers
carriers, mocha tokers
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 shot when they blast the
Victims took off like
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 up the cipher with a shot that was hyper
Than your JFK sniper
He just came home from
like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, save complaints for the
praise the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They shots and premeditate to grab
And they jet back to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered
Where lose blood by the gallons

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

Yo, I grab the pen for and let loose, see
Like Muslims, standing on the block, a kufi
The kick rocking kid's back for more
Starting wars, with black Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, villain
Packed visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, has risen
King Elegant, slang master, expensive noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers that brothers shot craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, strings off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap
The corner emperor - the golden thieves the benches
Rednecks be hanging big down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded
Life is like Tarzan, swinging from a thin
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a press
Aim at the white shadows big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, milk and
Who fear none, crushing all vendettas, yo
They use guns we angrily shot arrows
You better keep eye on the sparrow

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

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