Me I'm from the street where ain't nothin sweet
The home for the homi's there's a body every week
Life is rough and tough in the hood — not just Southside where Banks is from, but everywhere. The hood is just like the morgue, there’s a new body (resident and death) every week.
Internal rhyming with “street” and “sweet”.
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