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*talking in the background*
Uh
The streets of my city be gritty
Young niggaz pack plenty and ain't never show no pity
Many die on streets of concrete blasted from the heat
From under the seat niggaz just tryin' to make ends meat
Trying to eat day to day livin' with no religion
Luxury cars and this money got my full attention
School teachers and the preachers don't know what to teach us
They don't get a second look without them ghetto features
Created so the non pigmentated rated
Pornographic caught they children learn the words and say it
Save the monsters, but don't nobody know the lord
Status depends on the baddest shit you can afford
And look at me i'm in the middle of the confusion
Crime in my blood and i need a transfusion
Take it how you wanna take it