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

Yo, my slang's out of world
Mix man, little man and his girl
Way of got me thinking, plus I'm analyzing young
Youths on roofs, you know, three felony brutes
together, tropical trees puff, whatever
Yo we go run up on, kids for leathers
What drug? bubble keys for G's
Cream flow like seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold your head 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 black
Paradise trife, with much ice
Getting nice, laying back, all my life
up!

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

Calling all cars, all cars! Ghetto
Psychos, armed and dangerous, leaving mad scars on
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they the spot
Victims took off astronauts
Get with this, your best can't
Come on down, the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug all your Chemical Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Avenue and Franklin
They used to heat up the with a shot that was hyper
your average JFK sniper
He just came from Spofford
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 island
shorties lose blood by the gallons

Crack patients, dime
Vial carriers, tokers
Burnt buildings, building
Save the children, reports!

Yo, I the pen for revenge and let loose, see
Like Muslims, on the block, rocking a kufi
The hundred-dollar kick rocking kid's back for
Starting gold wars, black Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, living
with visions, copywritten
Throwing to pigeons, Christ has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive hats
In sixty-nine, old timers time that brothers shot
The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm
I'm locked in the bing, Rocky ring rap king
The corner emperor - the thieves play the benches
be hanging big niggas down in Memphis
Back in Now-Y, hit the bull's eye with loaded
is like Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors need a press 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 while we angrily shot arrows
You better keep eye on the sparrow

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

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