Sunz Of Man - S.O.M. lyrics

[Hell Razah] S.O.M, S.O.M, night-crawler We ain't new to this game, we ain't lame We don't care bout fame jus' relate to them n***as who be takin' ya chain A-Train on the range anybody could get it Hollow-tips in ya brain any bullet can fit it I.V.'s in ya veins in the back of the clinic When you hear the Sunz Of Man, we ain't comin' with gimmicks Been had bad b**hes while we handle our business First time we came out, n***as took it religious Now we back on the scene while you lookin' suspicious like a brother from the hood can't be dealing with riches Seven digits in my bank account, holding my pivot Twenty-four 'bout to take rap over the limits Rollin' up in the whips with our windows tinted Get locked, finger-printed, and be out in a minute It's all over, quit writing, y'all careers just finished It's a rap for these cats sun, pa** my Guiness [Hook: Hell Razah (Prodical)] (S.O.M) Who them n***as that the streets love? (S.O.M) Who them n***as that the ladies love? (S.O.M) Who y'all can't f** wit', sun? (S.O.M) Who them n***as that they really feel? (S.O.M) Who them n***as that they scared of? (S.O.M) Who them n***as in them X5s? (S.O.M) Who them n***as poppin bottles? (S.O.M) [Prodical] We count cash like the lotto, the invincible three f** sentimental, it's the great Sunn-Zi Inspired by the late Gandhi, wire money n***as wanna see us fall, that sh** is funny Rise to the top, do or die 'til I drop Twist lines greenity, brock, lines of chalk 2 On Da Road, S.O.M we blaze hot Wu-Tang Clan we expand never rot Nationwide, picture on the TV guide Show-time live, CD stings like beehive Love fat a**es, tits with big thighs stay high, this play-er, ready for war Heavy machines, 6 series never leary Travel to the game, I stand like Mount Eerie Punch in ya face left ya eye teary f** thugs and the j**elry I'm the judge and the jury [Hook] [Hell Razah] It started off as a dream Now happiness is all it could bring Comin' through hard times Now we into stacking our CREAMs Same n***as wanna roll used to laugh at our team and I don't trust this rap sh** We keep a gat in our jeans When you sleep n***as creep, seen it happen to Kings Crack fiends livin' longer than my n***as who sling This ain't a magazine shorty, I live without greed I need a seven digit bank account, to take care of my seed Drop a j**el 'bout reality, twistin' my weave Seen families depart 'cause of envy and greed Now we celebrate, love and hate made us elevate Invest our money in the real estate, pop bottles by the case Grab a model by the waist, put a smile upon her face Ain't no doubt what we do sun, I gotta lot of faith Now it's time for a lot of cake We 'bout to eat, nahimsayin? [Hook X3] [Outro: Hell Razah (Prodical) *overlapping hook*] S.O.M. motherf**ers, official That's stamped on ya motherf**in' forehead Understand? It's time for the desert range And watch who you about to see us put on this game It's about to be on and poppin' Sunz of Man is back in this motherf**in' house Who the f** f**in' wit' us? Motherf**in' 2 On Da Road, Ghetto Government Motherf**er, what? We 'bout to show y'all 20-02 ain't no motherf**in' joke Your microchip'll get motherf**in' rejected That's real baby, (S.O.M.) it's real.. (S.O.M.)