MURDA - STREETS

GRAINS AND SHELL CASES, I GOT THE BULLETS SPRAYING ON THESE NIGGAS. THEY CALLING FOR BACK UP. ITS THE AFRICAN MOBSTER PUTTING THE GUNS TOGETHER. STILL 50 CALIBER AND A SUPRESSOR. THE STREETS MADE ME A MONSTER. AM READY TO DIE SO I DON'T RUN. HUNGER FOR MORE SO I LOCK AND LOAD IT. STILL COCKED AND LOCKED ON THE BEAT. HOTBOXING THE FERRARI LIKE A WHOOPTY. STRAIGHT DETONATION. THIS IS A TICKING TIME BOMB. STILL MAGICAL THE WAY I FLOW ON THE BEAT. THIS IS STRAIGHT EXPERIENCE. I'VE BEEN AROUND THE BLOCK. BACK AND FORTH. NIGGAS IS PLAYING WITH FIRE AS IF THEY DONT KNOW WHO THE MASTER IS. BROAD DAY LIGHT EXPLOSION ON THE STREETS. I REPRESENT THE STREETS. STREETS ARE MADE OF GOLD. STREETS ARE MADE OF SOULS. UNUMBERED INNOCENT BLOOD. STILL ON THE LOOK OUT FOR A ROACH SPLIFF. THESE NIGGAS IS COCROACHES. ALWAYS LEANING BACK AGAINST THE WALL. THIS IS BLACK HAWK DOWN. SOMEBODY TELL THESE NIGGAS TO STAY OF THE WALLS. FUCK IT! ROLL ANOTHER ONE. I GOT THE SILENCER ON THE BARREL. THE STREETS IS HOT LIKE FIRE. I PUT THE HEAT IN YOUR SOUL. LIKE THE ETHERS. THE REAL ESSENCE OF RESURRECTION. WALLS CRUMBLING, 50 CAL NO EXPLOSIVES. STILL BUSTING THE MOON WALK IN THE MIDDLE OF THE DANCE FLOOR. THIS IS A MUSICAL EXPLOSION.