(feat. Makeba Mooncycle)



[Intro : Hell Razah]

Yeah, Joe Uzi, Makeba Mooncycle



[Prodigal Sunn (Hell Razah)]

You might catch me outta Cali' swervin'

(Doin' my thang)

Lames out to ruin the game

(I'm doin' my thang)

See me in the hood, Blackwood

twistin' a Range and every nigga from the ghetto

(Probably doin' the same)

Keep my metal on the side when

(I'm doin' my thang)

Focus my aim, stack CREAM

(Doin' my thang)

Six-foot-two, ladies love the way that charm swing

Out in Palm Springs, stoned off that crippy

sticky green, video shoots

Them candies in them penthouse booth

Catch me blowin' shorty out in the confession booth

Money market plans, keep a nigga stressin' for loot

I stay high, fly, dressed in them custom-made suits

Big business, live for my fruit

build for my fam, here's another one

Sunz Of Man platinum jam



[Hell Razah (Makeba Mooncycle)]



Aiyo, I saw many come and go that wanna be me

I show love to fans, this ain't TV

Hos wanna come in the bed, drink and feed me

I can't help it, it's real, I live kingly

To stand where I be at now it ain't easy

I grew up where the Bricks and fiends be

Wanna paper hate, but we gon' eat

Kill a party up in South Beach

smokin' on a pound from Greece

Do the knowledge, everyone I'm around is deep

Sunn-zi, me and Makeba givin' you heat

Yours truly, Heavenly Razah

keepin' it street, even if a nigga hate

(Keep doin' ya thang)

In the club with my bottle out

(Buildin' with queens)

You might see me at the Superbowl

(Kickin' some game)

You might see me comin' out of the store

(Just keep doin' ya thang)

Buying champagne and Pampers

(Doin' ya thang)

Up at Pakmart shopping

(Doin' ya thang)

Coppin' weed out the weed stash

(Still doin' my thang)



[Makeba Mooncycle]

I'm at the head of my helm

Reigning my realm, holdin' my weight

I'm bustin', I'm bustin' right through the gate

Mooncycle stashin' ammo and rifles

I will fight you, beat, bite you, out-write you

spark my crew to ignite you

Masquerades, I protect with rocks and grenades

This is everyday as we plot and we pray

Known as warriors, we come out to play

To bless the ignorant, we got rhymes for days

'Cos I don't wanna hurt nobody

out on the street or up in the party

I know my directives, this is S.O.M

That's an acronym for the Sunz Of Man