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(Intro: Prodigal Sunn) |
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Yeah, live from New York City |
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I keep risin' to the top, the soul survivor |
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Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah |
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We keep risin' to the top, soul survivor |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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Critically acclaimed, snakes tried to slither and vain |
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Physically I twist up they frames and hit up they veins |
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You don't know who you fuckin' with, man |
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It's P-Sunn, Zini the flame, catch me car, bus or train |
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A royal flush in the game, it tames, sustain |
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Heavy on the brain, claim, reign in the hall of fame |
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And I'mma keep on doing my thing, diamond from the rough |
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I can't get enough, we puff that sticky stuff |
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The bigger the bluff, the quicker to snuff |
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Face in your drink, and cunt blamed for stickin' it up |
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And that's the penalty for thinking you tough |
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Me and the kings, gleem extreme, bean pack a mean 16 |
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Clips, whips, drips, they call it the American dream |
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Accumilatin' stacks of CREAM, that black redeem |
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King on the scene, supreme, I stay clean |
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Ladies love what the Sunn bring, better than bling |
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(Chorus: Prodigal Sunn) |
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I keep risin' to the top, my moms and pops said |
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Give it all you got, give it all you got |
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I'm from a block where them ratchets go pop |
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Criminal cops, and cash money drops, cash money props |
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Livin' the city life, we won't stop |
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Makin' it hot, yo, I give it all I got |
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Give it all I got |
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Sleep if you want to, baby, we won't drop |
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Non stop, we give it all we got, give it all we got |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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Gotta admit it, when I heard it from the mockingbird, it shocked me |
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In thirds, the Sunn, lives by the code of the word |
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And have you not heard, that your word is bond, and bond is your life |
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Spit it precise, heavy like, blocks of ice |
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Sunn an O.G., twist the honey, bury with berry |
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And stay on the lurk for them Larry, Tom, Dicks and Harry's |
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Treasure every move, body soul, rhythm and blues |
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Big steps, brand new shoes and I'm still payin' dues |
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They say if you, snooze you lose, so I watch for fools |
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Smudgers and leechers, try'nna suck my energy pool |
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Don't mean to be rude, but I tell it like it is for the kids |
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Feature leaders on the rise, nobody beats the biz |
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Graduated from these mean streets, make ends meet |
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Zini gon' eat, and shine like aluminum sheets |
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Since day one, I did it from the heart of the slum |
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The spark of the drum, created the allustrious Sunz |
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(Chorus) |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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His baby momma's leakin' tears, on his face in the casket |
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Hit by the ratchet, another tragic, fatherless bastard |
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Heavy in the hood, stash up goods, twist up woods |
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Wise like the granddaddy clock, did what I could |
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Do what I can, the Sun of Man expands his hand |
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Did twice, one time too many, so I changed my plan |
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For every breath step, I take, eliminate snakes |
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Generate, food on the plate, then I stay fate |
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Walk a straight line for rattlesnakes, half baked, cop real estate |
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Cultivate, land, women and cake |
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Moves to making, I'm still getting harassed by jake |
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Cream meditate, never ever rest my case |
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They call it the American race, some die by the waist |
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Live for the chase, fast cars, drunk in bars |
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I plan to go far, young Gua Arzh Dubar |
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Shining Stars, inside out, you know who we are |
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(Chorus 2X) |
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(Outro: Prodigal Sunn) |
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Soul Survivors, yeah, what up, Yung Masta |
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Shinobi, G-O-D-Z-I-N-C, Inc., yeah |
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Chi-King, 12 O'Clock, Brooklyn Zu, the whole Wu |
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Two On Da Road, you know how we do |
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Don't forget it, Franklin Ave |
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Gates Ave., Nostrund Ave., BK |
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Yo, we out.... |
