S.O.M

Lyrics

[Intro: Hell Razah] S.O.M, S.O.M, night-crawler [Verse 1: Hell Razah] We ain't new to this game, we ain't lame, we don't care bout fame Jus' relate to them niggas who be takin' your chain A-Train on the range anybody could get it Hollow-tips in your brain any bullet can fit it I.V.'s in your veins in the back of the clinic When you hear the Sunz Of Man, we ain't comin' with gimmicks Been had bad bitches while we handle our business First time we came out, niggas 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 24 '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, pass my Guinness [Hook: Hell Razah (Prodical)] (S.O.M) Who them niggas that the streets love? (S.O.M) Who them niggas that the ladies love? (S.O.M) Who y'all can't fuck wit', sun? (S.O.M) Who them niggas that they really feel? (S.O.M) Who them niggas that they scared of? (S.O.M) Who them niggas in them X5s? (S.O.M) Who them niggas poppin bottles? (S.O.M) [Verse 2: Prodigal Sunn] We count cash like the lotto, the invincible three Fuck sentimental, it's the great Sunn-Zi Inspired by the late Gandhi, wire money Niggas wanna see us fall, that shit is funny Rise to the top, do or die 'til I drop Twist line greedy, brock, lines of chalk 2 On Da Road, S.O.M we blaze hot Wu-Tang Clan expand, we never rot Nationwide, picture on the TV guide Showtime live, CD stings like beehive Love fat asses, tit with thick thighs Stay high, this way raw, ready for war Heavy machines, push a 6 series never leary Travel to the game, I stand like Mount Eerie Punch in your face left your eye teary Fuck the thugs and the jewellery, I'm the judge and the jury [Hook: Hell Razah (Prodical)] (S.O.M) Who them niggas that the streets love? (S.O.M) Who them niggas that the ladies love? (S.O.M) Who y'all can't fuck wit', sun? (S.O.M) Who them niggas that they really feel? (S.O.M) Who them niggas that they scared of? (S.O.M) Who them niggas in them X5s? (S.O.M) Who them niggas poppin bottles? (S.O.M) [Verse 3: Hell Razah] It started off as a dream, now happiness is all it could bring Comin' through hard times, now we into stacking this cream Same niggas wanna roll used to laugh at our team And I don't trust this rap shit, we keep a gat in our jeans When you sleep niggas creep, seen it happen to kings Crack fiends livin' longer than my niggas 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 jewel '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 into 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 got a lot of faith Now it's time for a lot of cake, we 'bout to eat, nahimsayin? [Chorus] [Hook: Hell Razah (Prodical)] (S.O.M) Who them niggas that the streets love? (S.O.M) Who them niggas that the ladies love? (S.O.M) Who y'all can't fuck wit', sun? (S.O.M) Who them niggas that they really feel? (S.O.M) Who them niggas that they scared of? (S.O.M) Who them niggas in them X5s? (S.O.M) Who them niggas poppin bottles? (S.O.M) [Hook: Hell Razah (Prodical)] (S.O.M) Who them niggas that the streets love? (S.O.M) Who them niggas that the ladies love? (S.O.M) Who y'all can't fuck wit', sun? (S.O.M) Who them niggas that they really feel? (S.O.M) Who them niggas that they scared of? (S.O.M) Who them niggas in them X5s? (S.O.M) Who them niggas poppin bottles? (S.O.M) [Hook: Hell Razah (Prodical)] (S.O.M) Who them niggas that the streets love? (S.O.M) Who them niggas that the ladies love? (S.O.M) Who y'all can't fuck wit', sun? (S.O.M) Who them niggas that they really feel? (S.O.M) Who them niggas that they scared of? (S.O.M) Who them niggas in them X5s? (S.O.M) Who them niggas poppin bottles? (S.O.M) [Outro: Hell Razah (Prodical) *overlapping hook*] S.O.M. motherfuckers, official That's stamped on your motherfuckin' 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 motherfuckin' house Who the fuck fuckin' wit' us? Motherfuckin' 2 On Da Road, Ghetto Government Motherfucker, what? We 'bout to show y'all 20-02 ain't no motherfuckin' joke Your microchip'll get motherfuckin' rejected That's real baby, (S.O.M.) it's real.. (S.O.M.)