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(Intro: Prodigal Sunn) |
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Yeah... yeah, many more good years to come |
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Hard times in the ghetto |
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Coming up as a young shorty |
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As a young shorty, my pops always told me |
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You gotta eat man, kept it real |
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In the field, you know the deal |
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(Chorus: Madame Dee) |
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We'll get by, we'll either do or die |
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Hit you with the truth, no lie |
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Move on up, trynna to survive |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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I push with the force of M.C.'s, we cold crush |
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Manage to rush, shift through the game, splitters of paintbrush |
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Drop a dime, yo, that ain't us |
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The coppers are lyin', greener than mean |
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For this bing is a must, trust |
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When I spit it, it's gun bust, dangerous |
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Hit you, split you, with the angel dust |
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Plus, how many m.c.'s must get done? |
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Before somebody says; you can't beat the Sunn |
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Number one in my own circle, boy, don't make me hurt |
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Turn your dome purple, light up that purple urkel |
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Party over here, party over here, braids in my hair |
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Chain on my neck, watching the ladies stare |
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They call me Sunzini, gold genie, human machinery |
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Hype on the scenary, fly as a Lamborghini |
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Ain't no stoppin' me now, stoppin' me how? |
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A lion on the prowl, father of many styles, now |
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(Chorus w/ Prodigal Sunn ad-libs) |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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Pardon me kids, it's a must that I handle my biz |
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To keep the heat where I gotta eat, you know what it is |
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Do what I did, slid through the games with jewels, the Wu |
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S to the K, Brooklyn Zu, the Two |
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G-O-D-Z, I-N-C, I achieve multiple bands, like Cosby and Winfrey |
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I lay it down for my family tree |
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Like Sammy Davis and the Rat Park, flippin' in threes |
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Got 'em askin, who is he? |
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It's Sunzini, Big P, from the BK, NYC |
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Within, introducing, born again losing |
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And you could see me face to face, it's no illusion |
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My whole click stay producing, and I'ma stay 52 |
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And pursuin', through the city of ruin |
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Gritty to the grains, sustain, know what I'm doing |
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You losing, cruisin' for a bruisin', you got the crowd booing |
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(Chorus w/ Prodigal Sunn ad-libs) |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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Serious time, curious mind, delirious crime of cosmo guns |
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It's armored body, small chasing white lines |
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Did it from the grind, focus on the right signs |
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Soldier physic, unique, like the rarest mines |
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Zini at his prime, never catch me dropping dime |
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The honey berries, necessary with a twist of lime |
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I'm quick to spit a rhyme, any place, any time |
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Thoroughbred, known, grown and I gets mine |
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Genuine like fine furs and leathers, in the end |
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We gotta get it together, you know the kiss be the treasure |
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Shine through extreme measure, the team mega |
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Cheddar, burning that O.G., Jack Herra |
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Serious talk, I'm deli as a Newport |
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Check out my melody, Brooklyn, New York |
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Do my damn thing, get it? Spit flames |
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On any terrain, worldwide, we campaign |
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(Chorus to fade w/ Prodigal Sunn ad-libs) |
