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magnetic - that place lyrics

i grew up in the dark for 9 months,
1-21-76 my time was up/
to see the light planet of the earth they call,
where we got these demons stomping mud holes in the floor/
making it real hard for a brother to eat,
the only opportunity i had was the streets/
so i made that choose pick that devil road,
dropped out of school real early just to get up my close/
stay fresh and clean young always got that b-tter,
roll up dutch on the block no matter the weather/
running hard bugging out with no since of direction,
the only thing that i confined is my 9 for protection/
love the block just like i love my mother,
get war flash backs reminding me of my father/
i keep a aroma growing in the streets of n.y.,
big c that’s always live where people do or die/

that place that i grew up is right here out of these
streets where thugs is always carrying heat playing
every game out here for keeps/

i grow up in the heart of spanish harlem,
where true thugs stomp the ground stating up problem/
everyday is 4 of july no matter the weather,
every other day they come out with brand new leathers/
down the strip of the ave it’s like a red carpet,
looking like you up in hollywood all in the mix/
doing the d-mn thing knowing that you crunching the block,
this is the ghetto for real and it ain’t gonna stop/
i’m loving it do cause i’m ghetto all in the heart,
the place of my birth where i learn about them darts
how to aim straight c-ck back squeeze the trigga,
how to roll up get high won’t even miss you/
clean up the m-ss play a part of a mortician,
going home to your family while you missing/
chef up in the kitchen smelling the food,
at the round table eating food i’m breaking the news/

that place that i grew up is right here out of these
streets where thugs is always carrying heat playing
every game out here for keeps

that place that grew up mad is ruff -ss f–k,
every corner every block you hear a n—a get stuck/
every second every hour hear them guns go off,
on the news you hear spanish harlem eating the core/
spitting out seeds cause we ain’t that type of breed,
mad ave, park lex, we make them bleed/
3rd to 1th we carve them down like wood,
got the hood wilding out i wish you would/
cause we hood by nature thug ed out in the heart,
for fun we trace bodies in the dark with white chalk/
so we can see better every time we body another,
we always out on the strip no matter the weather/
never at reason cause the money out here is good,
ever since a little g i always love my hood/

- magnetic lyrics

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