Sunz of Man - All We Got (Us) lyrics

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(feat. LA the Darkman, Madam D)

[Intro: Hell Razah]

What's today's Sunz-ematics?

[Hell Razah]

Date of birth, '92, the first group out of the Wu

Ten years, paid our dues, of writin' these jewels

A "soldier" in the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart

Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?

It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices

Anointed by the RZA noises, 4th Disciple and Supreme

'98, Red Ant signed us, Cathy was beside us

And linked us with Earth, Wind & Fire (you're a shining star)

Label went bankrupt, album went gold quietly

Got out our contracts, happily free

Now it's D3, 2 On The Road and GG'z

We ain't regular M.C.'s, we prophet M.C.'s

Wu Killa Beez with a Sunz of Man beam

With four diamond rings, we already been kings

Now it's time to transform the hoes into queens

Opposin' my team, is like souls in a dream

I watch brother show off and die off of CREAM

I speak for the dead souls that's locked in a bean

I speak for the dead souls that's locked in a bean

I speak for the angels with chopped off wings

[Chorus x2: Madam D]

All, you're all we got, you're all we got

All we got, all we got is us, through the good and the bad times

[Prodigal Sunzini]

Even though times is hard, I stay divine, shine for God

Some people change, money exchange, the love of fame

And it's a cryin' shame, my brother's lyin' dyin' in vain

Supplyin' the game, livin' out the next man's name

Complete your steps, we got to move quiet as kept

Seen a lot of teens get swept, cause one man slept

And all we really got is us, who can we really trust

Silly of you, to think that I would hate us

Movin' as one, ain't nothin' new under the sun

Same fiends, same drugs, same guns, relax a little

Focus on tracks and make classes

Black sounds of Satin, grace and satisfaction

Hold my fans to the very end, we all we got

Through thick and thin, we rise as the world spins

[Chorus]

[LA the Darkman]

Feel like I'm locked in a cell, LA the Darkman, Nelson Mandela

I gave out consignment, fuck you, nigga, pay me

Elementary, dear Watson, gats keep poppin'

Drugs keep clockin', and feds keep watchin'

So I stay low pro, always keep the calico

Beemer or the Benz, both got the stash, yo

[Chorus]

[Outro: Madam D]

You're all we get, you're all we got

All we got is us, through the good and the bad times

Stress, yes...