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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
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