State Property movie - Sun Don't Shine lyrics

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Song by (feat. Young Chris, Oschino, Freeway and Neef)<br /><br>

[Freeway]<br>

Yeah...for my street niggas<br>

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[Chorus - girl singing (Oschino)]<br>

The sun never shines in the ghetto <br>

It always rains in the hood <br>

Heavy metals ring in the ghetto <br>

Everybody moves 'caine in the hood (everybody move them things)<br>

This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto (to my niggas stay in the ghetto)<br>

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It's lots of shine in the ghetto<br>

Too many haters in the hood (too hard, niggas be hatin)<br>

Gotta watch what you doin <br>

The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood (Freeway, Young Gunz)<br>

This for my niggas who thug like street lights in the ghetto (Oschino)<br>

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[Verse One: Oschino]<br>

Yo we gotta, hollow the gat, bottle the smack<br>

When the cops pull up we gotta swallow the crack<br>

All my niggas did time like Geronimo Prep<br>

See the Benz like damn, what model is that<br>

Oschino, the nigga who was locked in a cage<br>

Niggas clockin my style like flavor flave<br>

Fuck gettin the Source Award, or gettin Five Mics<br>

I'm happy just gettin my daughter a pink bike<br>

A roof over her head and some Barbie skates<br>

It's plenty of nights man, I hardly ate<br>

I'm from where the summers dangerous, the winters is cold<br>

And bitches pop Van X's like birth control<br>

I got bitches on death row, stuck with a cell number<br>

So close to Jesus they got his cell number<br>

The ghetto is trife, this is my life<br>

How many rappers you know been down for murder twice?<br>

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[Verse Two: Neef]<br>

Yo what up wit ch'all niggas<br>

What it look like?<br>

Throw it in the pot, see if the shit cook right<br>

We can get it down, see if it bubble white or brown<br>

Take it to the town and break my youngin's down<br>

It's doin good, business is lookin fine<br>

Get 'em for 20, but maybe 29<br>

Youngin out on his grind, youngin poppin 'em nine's<br>

I'm a juvenile delinquent, youngin was doin time<br>

Cause Judge Reynold's left it up to my mom (what else?)<br>

And I was thinkin like, damn ain't that crazy?<br>

But mom duke's can't live without her baaaby<br>

I'm back home, thrity eight strong, out on my own<br>

Thinkin, get it wit chrome<br>

Fuck makin them songs, but my mind right now<br>

And this rap shit be my grind right now (now...now...)<br>

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[Chorus - girl singing]<br>

The sun never shines in the ghetto <br>

It always rains in the hood <br>

Heavy metals ring in the ghetto <br>

Everybody moves Cain in the hood<br>

This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto<br>

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It's lots of shine in the ghetto<br>

Too many haters in the hood<br>

Gotta watch what you doin<br>

The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood<br>

This for my niggas who thug like street lights in the ghetto<br>

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[Verse Three: Young Chris]<br>

You wanna shit on? I'm on your boy like the narc's on 'em<br>

You ever heard a nigga's lawyer scared to talk for him?<br>

Creep in the dark on him, the led bark on him<br>

I'm on his head til the Fed's spread chalk for him<br>

That's how we do it dawg, these the last days<br>

Yeah I had my bad days, I been through it ch'all<br>

But I grew back (grew back)<br>

Got my groove back (groove back)<br>

That's how we do in trainin, cockin them two's back<br>

Same dudes namin', givin up news<br>

Gettin up on the stand, endin up on the news<br>

It's fucked up what that pressure'll do<br>

And you don't wanna fuck up when they questionin you<br>

Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you<br>

Crucial beatdowns til the bitch come up outta you<br>

Cris come up outta you, dough that ain't right to do<br>

Put that dough and get your body viewed<br>

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[Verse Four: Freeway]<br>

Let me get five for twenty, or seven for thrity<br>

That shit that you hear in the ghetto<br>

They don't care in the hood<br>

Cop four twenties and seven thirties<br>

Then niggas disappear from the ghetto<br>

Get snatched from the hood<br>

Feds grab 'em, and some get put in the dirt<br>

Some live in grime, good with the work<br>

Stick up kids get hit with the nine<br>

But the funeral parlor good with embalming fluid<br>

Good with the hearst<br>

Some niggas don't even grind<br>

But still make a stack every other night, good with the dice<br>

So it don't even matter, get hungry in the hood<br>

Miss Low is sharp with the platters, good with the rice<br>

And her daughter's just like her<br>

Shootouts, they stash my guns, and I got away good with the knifes<br>

The end of the nights, stash my ones<br>

Cause I'm good with the rocks, the smokers good with pipes<br>

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[Chorus]<br>

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