Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Introduction/E-Single/SunN.Y. , by - SunN.YRelease date: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Introduction/E-Single/SunN.Y. , by - SunN.YIntroduction/E-Single/SunN.Y. |
| I’m on tha corner were the remy pour |
| Crack flowin in dimes |
| Goons patiently waitin |
| In cuts to crack nines |
| Playin em like curtains when it’s que |
| It’s showtime action takin your shine |
| You shook with a look like |
| Nigga whats on your mind |
| No questions all he knoe now |
| What’s yours is mine |
| That 44 blast could make a victim go blind |
| The next flash you meet the maker of all kind |
| His humble drove him dead he thinks its all fine |
| Show us more choices put your ear to the streets |
| And hear the devilish voices tellin you how to eat |
| Drivin you insane forcin you in the lane |
| When its nothin to lose its all to gain |
| And your family ties got you growin pains |
| Just when its all good its fuck it here we go again |
| Black out in the bucket tuckin on the ratches |
| Goin out like crispus atticus screamin fuck it |
| Ready to make a move cock back and buck it |
| See him slippin know he trippin hear him bitchin |
| And his mind you should see the way that he livin |
| Things he vision crazy on the moves he sought out |
| He told us man you gotta walk my route |
| His man no longer poured jukes on him |
| Cuz hes so shook of him he might go crook on him |
| You should see the ill type of look on him |
| And the type of htings he think god took from him |
| Like his pops and his moms sold the crack |
| Like im hustlin now when I can’t look back |
| You see that lex right there I should jack that |
| Dam that mac id love to pack that |
| In middle school they thought I was a sucker |
| Copped that nine freshman year high school I’m tougher |
| Under the leather ready to move doin whatever |
| Posted on dale with that yay to sale |
| Told my man if I get locked you better get me out on bail |
| Turn me a life a livin hell |
| He looked at me like dam you lost it |
| Yup you got dam right bam I tossed it |
| All the marbles all the techs outa the cars |
| Told my man go soft or go hard |
| Make that move cook that coke hard like lard |
| Move that pork upstate new york |
| Did it and done it locked down blocks demanded to run it |
| I told you dudes my names sun and I’m here to son it |
| Woo I make a man I got soldiers out on douja missions |
| Wake up and smell the folgers niggas |
| With the dro the eggs mixed in with the cheese |
| The grits with the butter understand its word to mother |
| Goddam now I got my hands on a whole nother change |
| Im tryin to focus to some more other things |
| They told me my talent was good that could get me dough |
| I said you crazy you see them fiends right there |
| Yup that partner spent that green right here |
| Hit that glass that pipe and leaned right there |
| The next day they askin could they get it on credit |
| You dead it and not even because big said it |
| I already knew it I already been thru it |
| I told em if the game do me dirty |
| I ain’t gonna sue it I’m gonna pursue it |
| Pocket tryin to put two in em |
| One in the calve one in the ass bout to ruin em |
| Goddam nigga says son you trippin |
| Goddam nigga at home moms is bitchin |
| Tellin me I gotta pay to eat breakfast inside of her kitchin |
| Do you know what thats like at 18 livin |
| Man you crazy my brain is sickened dam near hurled |
| Fuck a girl fuck a bitch fuck a club fuck a dub patrol fuck a bottle of bub |
| Id rather grind in the cut late night with some drugs |
| I had to pass out free bs to coasties |
| Lost on my first pack to get em to trust me |
| Now I gotta spot for days a musty |
| 22 up under the pillow dirty and rusty |
| Waitin for the jakes to kick in the door and cuff me |
| You know what over the fence out on the roof |
| Gone in the wind im back again |
| Got money I can relax again |
| But I blew too much this weekend on south beach |
| Throwin my dick in the mouth of some freaks |
| Trickin my bed back to the brick up under the bread |
| Back to the stress bullshit fillin my head |
| Dam im dam near bout to go all out |
| Told my man pour out the salt dawg |
| See me body beat tonight and body hauled off |
| You had plans for five years now they called off |
| All because my pockets hurtin life get worse |
| God even said its copelesss |
| Heard the bullets comin farther hes bout to murk me |
| Id looked up from my body the lord ain’t help me |
| They say you dont see god until you fall to your knees |
| Your daughters life is hard I seen that park |
| But I got right back on my own two |
| Turn to the same bullshit that I used to |