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letra de ghetto america (snippet) - joe budden

[intro]
turn [?] a little bit c4 (come on)

[verse]
no, i ain’t the type to be toyed with, play with
or played like, “nah, not at all my man”
[?] me and all my fam
with them m16’s [?]
and if it’s against me, abort that plan, it’s like
just when you thought he wasn’t lookin’, i saw that man
turn into jigsaw, i might saw that man
then somebody might snitch like, “i saw that man”
turn my jam up loud for the man of the hour
fans [?] hampton and [?]
nah, never ran, not a coward
keep a gun by me, i learnt that from cam up in [?]
“fam, you want grams and that powder?”
some dirty dudes with me like they ain’t big fans of the shower
me? i let the mouths of [?]
and hire your house out like i’m angela [?]

[chorus]
ghetto america, lend me your ear
got some things that i need you to hear
and it go like: money, cars, hoes, guns that pop loud
those the only things us ghetto n-gg-s about
now jersey (come on) queens n-gg-s (come on)
brooklyn (ow!) harlem (come on)
ladies get naked, n-gg-s can get [?]
know i’ma be ghetto till i die, tell ’em why

- joe budden

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