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