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Артист: Sunz Of ManНазвание : S.O.MДанные: текст песни / слова песни Жанры : hip-hop wu-tang rap underground rap hip hop Видео:
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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.) | Похожие исполнители:
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