Sunz Of Man - Ghettio lyrics

[Intro: Hell Razah (Prodigal Sunn)] Yeah, D3 Entertainment 20-02, Sunz of Man Young Raz', (Yeah yeah) SunZini, Black Satin Smoke with us, all my n***as gotta toast with us [Chorus: Hell Razah (Prodigal Sunn)] You be in it for the fame and the dough You know the name "Sunz of Man", spit a flame, burn down your studio It's not a game son (f** what they know) We can't avoid what we planned so the planet could grow And 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, n***a) (You know how we do it sun) Ghettio [Hell Razah ] We stay ghetto like Otis Redding Thugs pray for the kingdom of heaven with a 3-57 New born screamin' and yellin' Eighteen and already a felon over guns and drug sellin' Shorty sell coke for his winter coat, chick deep throat After weed smoke, henny and coke We asked the Lord to forgive us while George Bush tried to k** us And bury us with the top drug dealers The same ones lost be the pyramid buiders Betrayed for a piece of silver, locked in prison Some turned m**m or Christian, religion got us caught up k** a crack head for four bucks Comin' short with a dollar, crimes be white collar We live the life of Israelite scholars Night time drama, the cops tailgate the path finder Who wanna swim with the black piranha? We tell Satan better get behind us You heard the words from the old timers How they plan to clothesline us They come to divide us from buildin' God's children bein' born in the same place we k**ed in Ghettio Government, Severe Punishment Big guns like you hear thunder hit Either run with it or run from it We shake New York until we crumble it Until we crumble it [Chorus] [Prodigal Sunn] Season finale, ladies call me un-aged grace Blaze that kush from Cali to the face Live champy, I crib with the four model patchy Meak thug wanna get sa**y, hip hop nasty I told y'all kids this ain't Milton Bradley Spilled on the side of your block, I saw a tradegy Black rim, green suede timbs, SOM Stay grim live on stage in colliseum Champagne spotted we toast, we don't boast East or West coast, post we smoke most Backward twisted calm we spread bombs Attack mo', stack gold, face steer the globe Trample, never sold his soul, I stay swoll' Who go through the cage streets where I lay heat Play for keeps, pushin' the white congave jeep I can't sleep, so I blew shorty back out the panel [Chorus] [12 0'Clock] I keep them n***as in the Cage Nicholas Rip they Face/Off to let 'em know my style be boss Drove a 600 and crashed at Harbour Moors Make a mans report that shows my throat got hoarse I got mad when my brother copped a b**h a porsche Tryna be in my family like Ally North What's the deal huh? It's not appealin' to me Buildin' is me, make a k**in' to this country Catch me in the cut with my army, rockin' Tommy Saddam couldn't Desert Storm me Put a bomb where you moms be Move out the house calmly in your pops white Hum-V Rollin' ups and crunchies, big chicken that allow, got the munchies Where the bums be, dope fiends spend they money at the pharmacy, n***a