Sound Of The Slums (Feat. Masta Killa)

It's the sound of the slums, drama with drums
 You pop shots with the corks, cause a problem for some
 Got the whole city up, floatin' with the semi tuck
 Roamin' out of zone, and I'm known in the gritty cuts
 And a Wu Killa Bee co-d, dumpin' off
 Broad day, no macks, so you know it's me
 Notice me, I shine like July sun
 Live son, I'm a rider through provide one
 Show the CREAM, I bust and blow the scene
 In a fast car, kickin' up dust and smoke screen
 Hit a nigga hard as Joe Green, his whole team
 Feel it, swollen veins, a dope fiend feeling
 Coming out the mouth, like you won't be killing
 Yeah, you sold three million but you banned on the block
 Long guns to your face, pass the mansion and yacht
 And you ain't retaliatin' man, you ran to the cops
 Uh, all gangstas and fellow MC's, we now meet
 The threat is now an actual fact, and that's the least
 The lion paw, ripping your jaw, dismantle face piece
 You may not have heard of seen, my Murder One Team
 Something's best untold, crime related
 I am who I am, so fuck it, if son stuck it
 We all lay to play to the best, sip the fine grace
 My rugged lifestyle is survived, I don't apoligize
 Hustle is the road I chose, there's no compremising
 When the guns is drawn, shots fire
 Son, all my killas is fam, nothing hired
 Ya'll faggot niggaz wired for sound, before the things blast
 Wait for the train to past, man, face down
 We straight from the murder capital town, it goes down
 Daily on the regular, dressed in assassin attire
 The bulletproof rap, strap 'em with the bomb to his body
 Ain't no coming back...