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*Talking In The

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The streets of my be gritty
Young niggaz pack plenty, and ain't show no pity
die on streets of concrete, blasted from the heat
From under the seat, just tryin' to make ends meat
Trying to eat, day to day livin' with no
Luxury cars, and money got my full attention
teachers and the preachers don't know what to teach us
They don't get a look without them ghetto features
Created so the non rated
Pornographic they children learn the words and say it
Save the monsters, but don't nobody know the
Status on the baddest shit you can afford
And look at me I'm in the of the confusion
in my blood and I need a transfusion
Take it how you want to it
I gotta and break it
Make it shine to distinguish from the ones who it
and if it out raw, and uncontrollable
Money's foldable, a hip-hop quoteable
Nobody felt what I was feeling when I wrote this
Broke this shit, but ain't new so I can cope with this
it get better for those who don't get a chance
To advance, and dig the shit I be
You know what might make I say a little clearer
If mothafuckers judge the one they see in the

*Talking till the