[Hell Razah] 

S.O.M, S.O.M, night-crawler 

We ain't new to this game, we ain't lame 

We don't care bout fame 

jus' relate to them niggas who be takin' ya chain 

A-Train on the range anybody could get it 

Hollow-tips in ya brain any bullet can fit it 

I.V.'s in ya veins in the back of the clinic 

When you hear the Sunz Of Man, we ain't comin' with gimmicks 

Been had bad bitches while we handle our business 

First time we came out, niggas took it religious 

Now we back on the scene while you lookin' suspicious 

like a brother from the hood can't be dealing with riches 

Seven digits in my bank account, holding my pivot 

Twenty-four 'bout to take rap over the limits 

Rollin' up in the whips with our windows tinted 

Get locked, finger-printed, and be out in a minute 

It's all over, quit writing, y'all careers just finished 

It's a rap for these cats sun, pass my Guiness



[Hook: Hell Razah (Prodical)]

(S.O.M) 

Who them niggas that the streets love? 

(S.O.M) 

Who them niggas that the ladies love? 

(S.O.M) 

Who y'all can't fuck wit', sun? 

(S.O.M) 

Who them niggas that they really feel? 

(S.O.M) 

Who them niggas that they scared of? 

(S.O.M) 

Who them niggas in them X5s? 

(S.O.M) 

Who them niggas poppin bottles? 

(S.O.M) 



[Prodical] 

We count cash like the lotto, the invincible three 

Fuck sentimental, it's the great Sunn-Zi 

Inspired by the late Gandhi, wire money 

niggas wanna see us fall, that shit is funny 

Rise to the top, do or die 'til I drop 

Twist lines greenity, brock, lines of chalk

2 On Da Road, S.O.M we blaze hot 

Wu-Tang Clan we expand never rot 

Nationwide, picture on the TV guide 

Show-time live, CD stings like beehive 

Love fat asses, tits with big thighs 

stay high, this play-er, ready for war 

Heavy machines, 6 series never leary 

Travel to the game, I stand like Mount Eerie 

Punch in ya face left ya eye teary 

Fuck thugs and the jewelry 

I'm the judge and the jury 



[Hook] 



[Hell Razah] 

It started off as a dream 

Now happiness is all it could bring 

Comin' through hard times 

Now we into stacking our CREAMs 

Same niggas wanna roll used to laugh at our team 

and I don't trust this rap shit 

We keep a gat in our jeans 

When you sleep niggas creep, seen it happen to Kings 

Crack fiends livin' longer than my niggas who sling 

This ain't a magazine shorty, I live without greed 

I need a seven digit bank account, to take care of my seed 

Drop a jewel 'bout reality, twistin' my weave 

Seen families depart 'cause of envy and greed 

Now we celebrate, love and hate made us elevate 

Invest our money in the real estate, pop bottles by the case 

Grab a model by the waist, put a smile upon her face 

Ain't no doubt what we do sun, I gotta lot of faith 

Now it's time for a lot of cake 

We 'bout to eat, nahimsayin? 



[Hook x3] 



[Outro: Hell Razah (Prodical) *overlapping hook*]

S.O.M. motherfuckers, official

That's stamped on ya motherfuckin' forehead

Understand? It's time for the desert range

And watch who you about to see us put on this game

It's about to be on and poppin'

Sunz of Man is back in this motherfuckin' house

Who the fuck fuckin' wit' us?

Motherfuckin' 2 On Da Road, Ghetto Government

Motherfucker, what? We 'bout to show y'all

20-02 ain't no motherfuckin' joke

Your microchip'll get motherfuckin' rejected

That's real baby, (S.O.M.) it's real.. (S.O.M.)