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“A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me Knew what it wasn't, it wasn't to gain a degree Rippin' and runnin', they gunnin' and aimin' for me A child of the ghetto, nobody explain it to me Livin' the scripture the picture they painted for me”

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G. Dep
G. Dep

G. Dep, born Gerard Depardieu, is an American rapper known for his unique music style and street culture background. He was born on November 19, 1973, and gained prominence in the early 1990s as a key figure in the New York underground hip-hop scene. more

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