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Run the Trap
Boys entering — Fiends leaving,
Twenty a sack, fill your stash,
Cash upfront, don't holler back.
Mary — 'Stiggy Iggy', smoke a ciggy.
Nighttime drops, nonchalant —
Yet hard, messy & gritty.
Block's yours, some gon' spin it.
Stay in crowds, hide your feelings.
Welcome to my city.
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