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

Yo, my slang's out of this
Mix man, little man and his girl
Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm young
Youths on roofs, you know, three time felony
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 head you fall out
The morgue route, the want that
Let's get my locked all out
Change for better, be my only vendetta
With life, feed your seed right, he's indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable
Never get jacked, see ya move black
trife, plush with much ice
Getting nice, back, sleep all my life
up!

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

all cars, calling 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 this, even your best can't
Come on down, you're the contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all Chemical Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Putnam and Franklin
They used to heat up the cipher a shot that was hyper
Than your average JFK
He just home from Spofford
Rolling like Kaufman, and laid ass out like carpet
Stop the stuttering boy, complaints for the five-oh
Then the God - chk-a-chk POW!
They release and premeditate to grab
And then they jet to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an endangered
shorties lose blood by the gallons

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

Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, trying me
Gun slingers, dead

Investigative