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Текст песни Sunz of Man f 12 O`Clock - Ghettio

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[Intro: Hell Razah (Prodigal Sunn)]Yeah, D3 Entertainment20-02, Sunz of ManYoung Raz`, (Yeah yeah)SunZini, Black SatinSmoke with us, all my niggas gotta toast with us[Chorus: Hell Razah (Prodigal Sunn)]You be in it for the fame and the doughYou know the name "Sunz of Man", spit a flame, burn down your studioIt`s not a game son (fuck what they know)We can`t avoid what we planned so the planet could growAnd 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 ReddingThugs pray for the kingdom of heaven with a 3-57New born screamin` and yellin`Eighteen and already a felon over guns and drug sellin`Shorty sell coke for his winter coat, chick deep throatAfter weed smoke, henny and cokeWe asked the Lord to forgive us while George Bush tried to kill usAnd bury us with the top drug dealersThe same ones lost be the pyramid buidersBetrayed for a piece of silver, locked in prisonSome turned Muslim or Christian, religion got us caught upKill a crack head for four bucksComin` short with a dollar, crimes be white collarWe live the life of Israelite scholarsNight time drama, the cops tailgate the path finderWho wanna swim with the black piranha?We tell Satan better get behind usYou heard the words from the old timersHow they plan to clothesline usThey come to divide us from buildin`God`s children bein` born in the same place we killed inGhettio Government, Severe PunishmentBig guns like you hear thunder hitEither run with it or run from itWe shake New York until we crumble itUntil we crumble it[Chorus][Prodigal Sunn]Season finale, ladies call me un-aged graceBlaze that kush from Cali to the faceLive champy, I crib with the four model patchyMeak thug wanna get sassy, hip hop nastyI told y`all kids this ain`t Milton BradleySpilled on the side of your block, I saw a tradegyBlack rim, green suede timbs, SOMStay grim live on stage in colliseumChampagne spotted we toast, we don`t boastEast or West coast, post we smoke mostBackward twisted calm we spread bombsAttack mo`, stack gold, face steer the globeTrample, never sold his soul, I stay swoll`Who go through the cage streets where I lay heatPlay for keeps, pushin` the white congave jeepI can`t sleep, so I blew shorty back out the panel[Chorus][12 0`Clock]I keep them niggas in the Cage NicholasRip they Face/Off to let `em know my style be bossDrove a 600 and crashed at Harbour MoorsMake a mans report that shows my throat got hoarseI got mad when my brother copped a bitch a porscheTryna be in my family like Ally NorthWhat`s the deal huh? It`s not appealin` to meBuildin` is me, make a killin` to this countryCatch me in the cut with my army, rockin` TommySaddam couldn`t Desert Storm mePut a bomb where you moms beMove out the house calmly in your pops white Hum-VRollin` ups and crunchies, big chicken that allow, got the munchiesWhere the bums be, dope fiends spend they money at the pharmacy, nigga

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