YO,
Quite Nights in the streets, the corner hot wit beefs
niggas hungry, starvin, for revenge not for red meat
A hobo sits on the corner, sippin on a 40 he had to beg for
No street lights, no po's to be seen, every house has a locked door
darkness 24/7, hear gun shots, ask yourself, they bound Hell or Heaven
There is murder in tha Streets, nuttin new, civilians see but keep steppin
Not a damn thing changin, happens all the time like the Night and the Day
Retaliation, Domination, niggas dien, the streets loosin its patience anyway
Load ya glocks or ya techs ya aka's or ya uzi's make hearts skip beats
This is life, what its made of, aint no stoppin it, its Murder in tha streets
How many gotta die to stack they paper n make a living?
How many gotta kill, to break bad, make a brotha stop breathin
sit back in ask ya self these questions, take ya time have a seat
who will be the one to die or the one to kill, its murder in the streets
Murder Reings like a communist king, makes the calls with no remorse
niggas do its dirty work, a guilty party, but it takes full credit of course
aint ever gonna be arrested or prosicuted or put in jail, do any hard time
but it will continue to be the Don of death for the rest of this lifetime
Niggas frames twisted with hollowtips, keeps the streets in its sight
where driveby's kill Brothers,sisters children, elderly, chea its not right
Step back in visalize the terror tha streets can unleash on brothers mind
Killin each other over, cash, drugs, bitches or sumtin that a nigga speaks
When will the killin stop? Never, humanity will never get along,
its murder in the streets
How many gotta die to stack they paper n make a living?
How many gotta kill, to break bad, make a brotha stop breathin
sit back in ask ya self these questions, take ya time have a seat
who will be the one to die or the one to kill, its murder in the streets
Kill or be Killed. live life just to die in the end, do whatchu want
makes mothers cry, brother die, homies lie, ya own self be reluctant
Be paranoid of ya own race, itsa disgrace, get it in the back or ya face
Murder shows no sympothy to Humanity, considering we doin the thang
Take life like you jesus christ himself, niggas die, let em chalk the curb
but when it is all said and done, you know your days are numbered
who is it gonna be, and what is it gonna be for? take it, fell the heat
You jus another pawn, another victim to faith, its Murder in the streets
How many gotta die to stack they paper n make a living?
How many gotta kill, to break bad, make a brotha stop breathin
sit back in ask ya self these questions, take ya time have a seat
who will be the one to die or the one to kill, its murder in the streets
How many gotta die to stack they paper n make a living?
How many gotta kill, to break bad, make a brotha stop breathin
sit back in ask ya self these questions, take ya time have a seat
who will be the one to die or the one to kill, its murder in the streets
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