Sun God
Street Opera
Sun God get 'emI stay far from my opponents, pardon me dogsThat's why lead the call, they moving up on usBut them G's on the corners, move when I moveThat's a warning, or I'mma have my goons spin a garmentThink it's sweet, and try to creep or run up on usThey get deeper than twelve foot, and you be leaking out of orderDon't beef, if you ain't beefin' for no quarters'cause pain is money, you float funny when you surfin' the waterI'm that dude slangin' pack by the borderI love my life, I live it twice, 'cause it's up to me sortaYou a fool with a mental disorder, and it's probably your daughterThat really love me, for the **** that I taught herWill Smith on the guest list, pops is the kingI'm the fresh prince, forty oil tune, kick ya chest inUs that got the universe confession, pardon your dameI'm new to the game, but true to my lessonsJeans, hoods, ****, ****Visions of me swallowing ****, being chased by jakeAnd the sound of the razor keep hitting the plateLetras de cancionesAnd tooters is flab with ****, with **** and them jeansWe chew through it, like we coming down off ****And my P.O., she half Creole, I move from Philly to DallasWith true talent, like my name is T.O.So when I ****, I gotta **** slow, she know I kick them Vasine bottles'cause if I'm dirty, I ain't letting it goYour project steps is Ajax down, dry bloodMaintenance men with the scrub brush, scraping the groundDiapers, baby rattles and broke lighters, I led manyHorses to water, just to see if they like itTaste my, Betty Crock', ready rock, bet he cock, nowNews flash, my **** ridin' L, laid a cop downAny of ya **** want beef, I will stop clownsI got a bad ox' fifth, now how the **** sound?Jeans, hoods, guns ****Aiyo, what up S.G.? Aiyo, what's poppin' my ****I'm just oil in the ****, exercising my triggerFinger, I've got the biggest ****, yeah, I got a crispy stainlessYour mans ain't **** those hoes, they just a bunch of gamersThem head shots, neck shots, probably blow they brains inI'm so close to the edge, pushin' they **** face inI bet you now, them mutha**** really start complainingNo hesitation, my reputation'll leave 'em chainingWe go hard, like the NARC's when we start invadingI copped the license and registration, to cock and aimingIt's all entertainment and all my **** made itWe hard body like Wu-Tang and Iron MaidenI keep the **** blazing, hands hurtLike a **** when she putting braids in, I think it's so amazingWe ran **** for hours, up in the Days InnHood rats and **** motels, we seen bakingJeans, hoods, guns, ****Good
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