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Sunz of Man lyrics Cold lyrics Chorus: BizMarkie *sampled* 3x I walked away and I lived too cold Intro: Hell Razah This goes out. This what y'all niggaz all been looking for. A litte story for all my brothers. You know what I'm saying? Sunz of Man return. We gon' walk on by and keep it moving. Just when it got cold. Cold Sunz we got jewels, we gon' walk on by and keep it moving. Check it. Moving. Word up. [Hell Razah] Aiyyo, my thoughts be colorless The undercover rich, haters loving it, watch the hell King Tut' with it Queen's, bathtubbing it, my diamond's cutting it Sharp and on point, fuck the tricks of the government Money rules the world, watch my people suffering Cops busting in, handcuffing men 'til they wrist bleed Some read what they don't need, give to seed Black, Lebanese, rabbis in green fatigues Microphone masked MC's, Macabees Hard head MC's get told and still they freeze The truth came in flesh but still you don't believe The best thing you know is the spots to find weed Get the knowledge dungarees, we still struglling Sunz of Man, UK keep it bubbling We come to clubs, like the ones who bring the trouble in What, he sold his soul, life publishing (Chorus: 2x) [Hell Razah] Have to walk on by and keep it moving [Prodigal Sunn] I remenise all my dark days whenever I phase and kept a blaze Y'all mental slave renegades, wasn't enough to eliminate In my lifestyle of hard times and good times Stood mine with the wines, became nice with the mind Born intelligent, fuck elegant, I represent For the ladies and gents, deliquents and presents Everyday hungry, gun play on the sunny Crews sweeter than honey, stars fuck for all they money Stupid dummies, fifteen slugs flood the tummy Thugs rapped like mummies, sipping remy's The clip empty, feeling shifty, swifty Highly intoxicated, simply in fatuated Never thought he could be faded Up in the hospital, critical, eating pickles With no teeth, back on the streets he got beef for little Keith and Tariff A walking death wish, living selfish, I sort of felt this The fifth of September, he felt helpless and breathless (Chorus) [Hell Razah] Today, life, shoot out, a dice game, bank loot out Jewels out, laying on three hundred dollar sweaters Tools out, last day schools out, nine berettas and better Carry the eighth or red leather, timberland weather gear Hands in the air, this is a stick up, don't play for hiccups You won't need a body pick-up, money in the laundry bag Hungry comrads get they guns from a-rabs With the loot that they had, they rob more victims on the av. Today cash, examples of the program Lord Sun of Man, stop killing your own relatives Unknown start giving the liquid to the dry bones, We all came from the same throne Raise the dead with the brain poem, one is aimed home (Chorus: 3.5x) Other Sunz of Man lyrics: Flaming Swords lyrics Illusions lyrics Israeli News lyrics The Plan lyrics Collaboration '98 lyrics Inmates to the Fire lyrics Not Promised Tomorrow lyrics For the Lust of Money\The Grandz lyrics Can I See You lyrics Next Up lyrics Intellectuals lyrics Natural High lyrics Shining Star lyrics Tribulations lyrics |