Sunz of Man

Sunz of Man - S.O.M. lyrics

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[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.)

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