Sound of the Drums

I sleep to the sound of the drums. My niggas gorillas, they dumb. Don't even care

where you from. I'm chopping your block with my thumbs. I sleep to the sound of the drums.

My niggas gorillas, they dumb. Don't even care where you from. I'm chopping your

block with my thumbs. Life can be hard when you out in these streets. A lot of you niggas

ain't never seen beef, except on your plate when you ready to eat.

Not on the field where you die and you bleed. I come from a place where you sow what

you reap. You keep what you kill or you kill what you keep. I guess I'm just

guilty of killing this beat, and killing that pussy while smoking some weed.