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

Yo, my out of this world
Mix collaboration man, little man and his
Way of life got me thinking, I'm analyzing young
Youths on roofs, you know, three time brutes
Roll together, tropical trees puff,
Yo we could go run up on, for leathers
What drug? bubble keys for G's
Cream flow seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese
Word up, hold head before you fall out
The morgue route, the devil want
Let's get my locked all out
Change for better, that be my vendetta
With life, feed your seed right, he's breathing right
Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and gats
Never get jacked, see ya move black
trife, plush with much ice
Getting nice, laying back, all my life
up!

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

Calling all cars, calling all cars!
Psychos, and dangerous, leaving mad scars on those
Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they the spot
Victims off like astronauts
Get with this, even best can't
Come on down, the next contestant!
Get your pockets dug from all Chemical Bank ends
Caught him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and
They used to heat up the cipher with a shot was hyper
Than average JFK sniper
He just came home from
Rolling like Kaufman, and laid that ass out like
Stop the stuttering boy, save complaints for the
Then praise the God - POW!
They shots and premeditate to grab
And they jet back to the lab
And remain in Shaolin, an endangered island
Where lose blood by the gallons

Crack patients, dime
carriers, mocha tokers
Burnt buildings, brothers
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 back for more
Starting gold wars, with Reeboks and Velours
Jungle way of life, living
Packed with visions,
Throwing bread to pigeons, has risen
King Elegant, slang master, jack expensive noodle
In sixty-nine, old timers that brothers shot craps
The baggy Guess jeans, pull strings off in Palm Springs
I'm locked in the bing, ring labelled rap king
The corner emperor - the golden thieves play the
Rednecks be hanging big niggas down in
Back in Now-Y, hit the eye with loaded nines
Life is Tarzan, swinging from a thin vine
Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a press
Aim at the white with big barrels
Of Moet-ers, the headers, milk and Armarettas
Who none, crushing all personal vendettas, yo
They use guns while we angrily shot
You better keep your eye on the

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

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