Sunz Of Man

Sunz Of Man - Ghettio lyrics

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(feat. 12 O'Clock)



[Intro: Hell Razah (Prodigal Sunn)]

Yeah, D3 Entertainment

20-02, Sunz of Man

Young Raz', (Yeah yeah)

SunZini, Black Satin

Smoke with us, all my niggas gotta toast with us



[Chorus: Hell Razah (Prodigal Sunn)]

You be in it for the fame and the dough

You know the name "Sunz of Man", spit a flame, burn down your studio

It's not a game son (fuck what they know)

We can't avoid what we planned so the planet could grow

And overthrow any John Doe (blow and we flow)

To and fro' through the stereo, keepin' it street and Ghettio

(Yeah hood, gats, SOM live in effect, nigga)

(You know how we do it sun) Ghettio



[Hell Razah ]

We stay ghetto like Otis Redding

Thugs pray for the kingdom of heaven with a 3-57

New born screamin' and yellin'

Eighteen and already a felon over guns and drug sellin'

Shorty sell coke for his winter coat, chick deep throat

After weed smoke, henny and coke

We asked the Lord to forgive us while George Bush tried to kill us

And bury us with the top drug dealers

The same ones lost be the pyramid buiders

Betrayed for a piece of silver, locked in prison

Some turned Muslim or Christian, religion got us caught up

Kill a crack head for four bucks

Comin' short with a dollar, crimes be white collar

We live the life of Israelite scholars

Night time drama, the cops tailgate the path finder

Who wanna swim with the black piranha?

We tell Satan better get behind us

You heard the words from the old timers

How they plan to clothesline us

They come to divide us from buildin'

God's children bein' born in the same place we killed in

Ghettio Government, Severe Punishment

Big guns like you hear thunder hit

Either run with it or run from it

We shake New York until we crumble it

Until we crumble it



[Chorus]



[Prodigal Sunn]

Season finale, ladies call me un-aged grace

Blaze that kush from Cali to the face

Live champy, I crib with the four model patchy

Meak thug wanna get sassy, hip hop nasty

I told y'all kids this ain't Milton Bradley

Spilled on the side of your block, I saw a tradegy

Black rim, green suede timbs, SOM

Stay grim live on stage in colliseum

Champagne spotted we toast, we don't boast

East or West coast, post we smoke most

Backward twisted calm we spread bombs

Attack mo', stack gold, face steer the globe

Trample, never sold his soul, I stay swoll'

Who go through the cage streets where I lay heat

Play for keeps, pushin' the white congave jeep

I can't sleep, so I blew shorty back out the panel



[Chorus]



[12 0'Clock]

I keep them niggas in the Cage Nicholas

Rip they Face/Off to let 'em know my style be boss

Drove a 600 and crashed at Harbour Moors

Make a mans report that shows my throat got hoarse

I got mad when my brother copped a bitch a porsche

Tryna be in my family like Ally North

What's the deal huh? It's not appealin' to me

Buildin' is me, make a killin' to this country

Catch me in the cut with my army, rockin' Tommy

Saddam couldn't Desert Storm me

Put a bomb where you moms be

Move out the house calmly in your pops white Hum-V

Rollin' ups and crunchies, big chicken that allow, got the munchies

Where the bums be, dope fiends spend they money at the pharmacy, nigga
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