Dungeon Masta - Sundown lyrics

[Intro: ShaCronz] Yo, what's up? The f** is the deal? Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah ShaCronz, the high Juan With my affiliates, U.K All day, and y'all f**ed up now What? What? Yo, yo.. [Chorus 2X: ShaCronz] When the sundown Clear the court, I got my guns now All y'all tough n***as run now [I Born] Eh yo.. it's the I, mic murder first degree No doubt no pressure, where beef? First that's Free Had a punk pay the certain seed BT's had me on freeze, where they wear sheets On concretes, harm fleets, wise generals retreat On reach, peace, where the each is own It's in eats in homes, thief will fly Beast with chrome, top rated, Billy plated Shaded, throw it up n***a, run it, give it up n***a Trigger anthems, stay jig inhalin, die scramblin Cannon of the mobster, that phantom that got ya Set up, chop they necks, sword'll keep they head up Them vexed where its freedom, in d**h get yo head up [Freemurder] Free no rep, snitches get they wig tore back Why you tellin me and I already know that? Fast frame dude like Kodak Showin 'em, where the coke at Pump wiz who's nose that blow crack Got up and got the dough back See no plaques, n***as see the 16's and hold that Flip C.R.E.A.M. and blow that, flip trees and blow that Lil' Free squeeze with ease and you know that [Chorus 2X] [Jet Black] I'm on some new sh**, click do hits to keep the crew rich Fly dude that move bricks, cruisin in new whips Chicks watch the juice drip, shines keep you hypnotized Illegal enterprise, playin pies, only my click'll rise To the top of New York with Cronz poppin the cork On the Don, mob got it locked in the fort Cops I extort, crew pack nothin less than two gats (ya heard?) I move crack to Stat', loop my troup to shoot back Chicks say "who dat?", fly Don ya got ya eyes on Ty-Jigs, ShaCronz, spray it like dry lawn Claracuzo, last long, marry a fuzzo Married to the mob, my broad carry a uz-o Hoes in Parasuco's, dough long like my new pole True cold lows, froze with bloody loopholes Blow mackin noodles, pop the mack double uno Toss like Hugo, floss numero uno [ShaCronz] Yo, what's up now? n***as ain't got y'all guns now Y'all don't seem so tough now Cronz spit, y'all nerds f** with the wrong click Pack long sh**, liquor and C.R.E.A.M., check out my team Hilfiger jeans, this ice shirt, this b**h in the seam Ass show, chickens grab me, jumpin out of Lincoln Mabby's In front of nail salons, cats hail the Don I f** b**hes pale, blonde, frail or long My comrades get hailed and showned Bailbond, nice Royce, course, hail storms Trash dances instead of jungle weed In the jungle we, bubble keys In the bubble jeep, S3, team all plunky with ease We on some snake sh**, hungry to squeeze You don't need no gun and cheese [Chorus 4X] [Outro: ShaCronz] What? All y'all f*ggot motherf**ers Ha, sh** is real in the battlefield What? U.K., 10th Chamber For real, ShaCronz, Billy Box Ty-Jigs, the emperor Lil' Free, F-R-double E The Gods, same thang How we movin? (U.K.) U.K., U.K., U.K