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Yea, listen!
Mama always said don't speak to strangers, street is dangerous
But we grew up in the hood and the streets, we played in it
They judged us by the way we had our fitted on, where we were bidded on
And spitted on, to live our lives shitted on
From the bronx to the o, traveling long for the hope
For that cheese get caught slipping and they trap your soul
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