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Featuring styowlz
Chorus
Children play women produce
Kids killing kids just for the juice
Now africa is looking for the truth
But it's gonna take a while to enlighten the youth
In this edition of the story no need to bore me
It can't do nothin' for me even denzel washington couldn't find any glory
In the overcrowded streets of the city
I know it's shitty but i can do without the pity
(baby never lived in the ghetto)...or the projects
But i wear my tim boots and hi-tecs, and i wrecks havoc
And if you try to play me i won't have it
Trix are for kids, this kid is not a silly rabbit
(well) he's standin' on a corner with his system pumpin' loud
Next him goin' off, scream in the crowd
A whole lot of screams, a lot of broken glass
Brothers like to wear their pants fallin' off their ass
Girls today don't wear no bras
Little john doe got a ho turnin' tricks in the bars
Grandma carries a can of mace
And she'll stick a .45 in your face