Sunz of Man Follow

(Intro)
Ya ya ya ya...uh uh...
S.O.M. baby, uh hu its that time.
Ya shorty ya shorties. Uh ya go.
Must be the music. Word up. 2000.
One time. Here we go now...

(Killah Priest)
Shorty wanna be a thug,
Only 14 sellin drugs,
Wind up in the court pleadin to the judge,
Or outside on the pavement bleedin cuz,
He got hit by a bullet now he's needin blood,
In the ambulance didn't have a chance to weed a slug,
Type of shit that evil does,
Put a spell on us, puff an L on the corners,
Or in cuffs in jail with the lawyers,
But in this Hell I'm a warrior,
Struggler, straight hustler,
Do you feel me?

(60 Second Assassin)
Bluck, bluck bluck,
Now here's to all you lamesters,
Reppin now yall respectin my gangster,
Watch ya move son, wettin ya crates,
With the tripple drum bass in your face,
Takin your case, 60 Sec. rats in your face,
It's all foreplayin, don't get it wet in this place,
Sassins like meign, fella ain't lease this train,
Don't make me have to leak this place,
I'd rather lead the way, drop about a seed a day,
Got sunshine on a bleedin day,
Kill about 3 or 4 beats a day, rush plus brush,
Ready for play, catalog shit, day for day,
Bust a murder murder rate away.

(Chorus)
Must be the music... why we run the streets wild,
Must be the music... make us pull our guns out,
Must be the music... I can bust in her mouth,
Must be the music... got us all thugged out.

(Hell Razah)
Dice games by the coke spot,
Niggas love shit he don't got,
He get chased off his own block,
On parole for that white gold,
A young man wit a old soul, in this project Hell hole,
We don't care about no clothes,
You could die by that payphone,
Your best bet is to stay home, young chicks wanna get boned,
A little dick make em get grown,
Even the rich get a tombstone, we all die in the flesh son,
Bleed blood and get wet guns, get money and respect comes,
Got respect and connect comes, get rich next death comes,
Ya don't wanna come and test Sunz,
We stay strapped by the left lungs,
We don't care where you rep from,
Sniff this till you get numb,
Hold ya head cuz we ain't done.

(Prodigal Sunn)
Kill in the streets, thugs hold heat in they feet,
Soul what you reap, hot slugs eat through meat,
Roll wit 4 deep, 2 in the crease, soak neat,
Trophy, smoke and eat, soul physique,
Code of the block, stack gold bars a prop,
Sold base, rock steamers for them caps on top,
Hip hop, drip from the lip the the glock,
Grick shop, all day long we burn rock,
Industry rap, chemistry empty the gat,
Sun of Man yo nothin ta wrong, we slum cats.
Ya word up. You know how we do.

(chorus)

(outro)
Must be the music...
Our shit is hot to the daylight,
Sunz keep it movin all through the night,
It ain't a party if we can't get it right,
Let's keep it movin all through the night,
Must be the music, must be the music that's turnin you on,
Must be the music, must be the music I can't go wrong...