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It's Ghetto
By
Bone OGB
tear drops n gun shots sirens fill da streets cop lights n porch lights in a world where no one can sleep silence n phones ringin in da middle of night coroners knockin on doors wat a sad, sad sight its ghetto jus dem streets everyday thang if yu know wat i mean da code of honor pourin liqour over a homies grave wats left, but to be a slave to dese streets its ghetto jus dems streets |
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