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Rugged rhymsters, crooked
droppers, Twenty-five-to-lifers
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
on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes
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 head you fall out
The morgue route, the want that
get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, that be my only
With life, feed your seed right, he's breathing 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, dime
Vial carriers, mocha
Burnt buildings, building
Save the children, reports!

Calling all cars, calling all cars!
Psychos, armed and dangerous, mad scars on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when blast the spot
Victims took off like
Get with this, even your best
Come on down, the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug all your Chemical Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Putnam and Franklin
They used to heat up the cipher with a that was hyper
Than average JFK sniper
He just came home 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 they jet to the lab
And then remain in Shaolin, an island
Where shorties blood by the gallons

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

Yo, I the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Like Muslims, standing on the block, a kufi
The hundred-dollar kick rocking back for more
Starting wars, with black Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, villain
Packed visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, Christ has
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive hats
In sixty-nine, old time that brothers shot craps
The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky labelled rap king
The corner emperor - the golden play the benches
Rednecks be big niggas down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye loaded nines
Life is Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a spirals
Aim at the white shadows with big
Of Moet-ers, the headers, milk and Armarettas
Who none, crushing all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we shot arrows
You keep your eye on the sparrow

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

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