TOKING - STREETS THE HOTBOX

WE TOKING! 3X, WE BLAZING!, 3X WE SMOKING 3X, WE BLAZING 3X GUNS SMOKING, BLUNTS TOKING, BULLETS RECHOCHAING. I STAY BEHIND THE GUN WITH A BLUNT IN MY MOUTH. BLAZING AND TOKING. AM BUSTING AT THESE NIGGAS FROM A BIRDS EYE VIEW. AM HIGH LIKE A KITE. THE KUSH GOT ME FEELING LIKE AM BUSTING FROM A HIGH ALTITUDE. ONE MAN ONE BULLET. I NEVA MISS. I STAY ON POINT WITH THE HEAD SHOTS. NIGGAS DROP LIKE RAIN DROPS. REAL WAR VETERAN, AM ADDICTED TO WAR. AM IN THE TRENCHES WITH A FULL METAL JACKET. EXPLOSIONS AFTER EXPLOSIONS. FUCK AROUND AND STEP ON A LAND MINE. ITS TRAPS! ALL OVER. GOT TO KEEP UR EYES WIDE OPEN. STILL SCREAMING JESUS WHEN THE BRASS FALL CLOSE. ANY SECOND, YOU CAN BE WITH THE ANGELS. INVADING A FOTRESS IS A SUICIDE MISSION. I BUST THE ONE POP LIKE A SNIPER. NO RETREAT NO SURRENDER. R.I.P TO THE SOLDIERS I LOST. LIGHT IT UP ONE MORE TIME FOR THE TROOPS I LOST. IT AINT OVER TILL ITS OVER. THEY SEND NIGGAS TO WAR WITH A ONE POP. LOCK AND LOAD AFTER EVERY SHOT.