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Rugged rhymsters, crooked
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal cocaine
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, dead

Yo, my slang's out of this
Mix collaboration man, man and his girl
Way of got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing young
Youths on roofs, you know, three time felony
together, tropical 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, your head before you fall out
The morgue route, the devil that
Let's get my niggas all out
for better, that be my only vendetta
With life, feed your right, he's breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and gats
Never get jacked, see ya then move
trife, plush with much ice
Getting nice, laying back, all my life
up!

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

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

patients, dime smokers
Vial carriers, tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers
the children, investigative 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 wars, with black Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, villain
with visions, copywritten
Throwing bread to pigeons, Christ has
Elegant, slang master, jack expensive noodle hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time that shot craps
The baggy Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring labelled rap
The corner emperor - the golden play the benches
Rednecks be big niggas down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the eye with loaded nines
Life is like Tarzan, swinging a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then don't need a press spirals
Aim at the white shadows big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the bald headers, milk and
Who fear none, all personal vendettas, yo
use guns while we angrily shot arrows
You better your eye on the sparrow

rhymsters, crooked crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
Illegal growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, ringers

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