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nuff ghetto youths Dat got no place to go Live night and day roaming In the ghetto Most ghetto youths Aint' got a place of their own Give dem some place
my collar and don't follow nobody Keep god first and don't need no killumanati To put it on your mind cause I say on no pages Stacking big faces and travel to many places
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