Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters   Dime droppers, twenty five to lifers   Backstabbers, low blowers, illegal cocaine growers   Starvation, profanity, anxiety, brothers tryin' me   Gun slingers, dead ringers      Yo, my slang's out of this world   Mix collaboration man, little man and his girl   Way of life got me thinkin', plus I'm analyzing young   Youths on roofs, you know, three time felony brutes      Roll together, tropical trees puff, whatever   Yo, we could go run up on kids for leathers   What drug? Faculties bubble keys for G's   Cream flow like seven seas, hit chicks Guyanese      Word up, hold your head before you fall out   The morgue route, the devil want that   Let's get my niggaz locked all out   Change for better, that be my only vendetta      In life, feed your seed right, it's breathin' indeed right   Chef, remarkable, sparkable, raps and tackable gats   Never get jacked, see ya then move, black   Paradise trife, plush with much ice   Gettin' nice, layin' back, sleep all my life, word up      Crack patients, dime smokers   Vial carriers, mocha tokers   Burnt buildings, brothers building   Save yo' children, investigative reports      Callin' all cars, callin' all cars, ghetto   Psychos, armed and dangerous, leavin' mad scars on those   Who are found bound, gagged and shot when they blast the spot   Victims took off like astronauts      Get with this, even your best can't   Come on down, you're the next contestant   Get your pockets dug from all your chemical bankin's   Caught him at the red light on Putnam Avenue and Franklin      They used to heat up the cipher with a shot that was hyper   Than your average JFK sniper   He just came home to spark it   Rolling like Kaufman and lay that ass out like carpet      Stop the stuttering boy, save the planes for the five oh   Then praise the God chik-a-chik pow   They be lick shots and premeditate to grab   And then they eject back to the lab   And then remain in Shaolin an endangered island   Shorties lose blood by the gallon      Crack patients, dime smokers   Vial carriers, mocha tokers   Burnt buildings, brothers building   Save yo' children, investigative reports      Yo, I grab the pen for revenge and let loose, see   Like Muslims, standing on the block, rocking a Khufi   The hundred-dollar kick rockin' kid's back for more   Startin' gold wars, with black Reeboks and Velours      Jungle royal life, livin' villain   Packed with visions, copy written   Throwin' bread to pigeons, Christ has risen, King Elegant   Slang-Master jackets, expensive noodle hats      In sixty-nine, old times was time that brothers shot craps   The baggy blue Guess jeans, pull strings off of callin' springs   I'm locked in the thing, Rocky ring labeled rap king   The corner emperor the golden thieves play the benches   Rednecks be hanging big niggaz down in Memphis      Back in NY, hit the bull's eye with loaded nines   Life is like Tarzan, swingin' from a thin vine   Shatter dreams, then mirrors don't need a press spirals   Aim at the white shadows with big barrels      Of moet the bald headers, milk and Amaretts   Who fear none, question all personal vendettas, yo   They use guns, while we angrily shot arrows   You better keep your eye on the sparrow      Rugged rhymsters, crooked crimesters   Dime droppers, twenty five to lifers   Backstabbers, low blowers, illegal cocaine growers   Starvation, profanity, anxiety, brothers tryin' me   Gun slingers, dead ringers      Investigative reports   Investigative reports   Investigative reports