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

Yo, my out of this world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his
Way of life got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing
Youths on roofs, you know, three time brutes
Roll together, tropical trees puff,
Yo we could go run up on, for leathers
What Faculties bubble keys for G's
flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your head before you out
The route, the devil want that
get my niggas locked all out
Change for better, be my only vendetta
With life, feed your seed right, breathing indeed right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable
get jacked, see ya then move black
Paradise trife, plush with ice
Getting nice, back, sleep all my life
up!

Crack patients, dime
carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers
Save the children, reports!

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

Crack patients, smokers
Vial carriers, tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers
the children, investigative reports!

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

Rugged rhymsters, crimesters
Dime droppers,
Backstabbers, low
cocaine growers
Starvation,
Anxiety, brothers me
Gun slingers, dead

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