[Intro: Hell Razah]
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What's today's Sunz-ematics?
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[Hell Razah]
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Date of birth, '92, the first group out of the Wu
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Ten years, paid our dues, of writin' these jewels
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A "soldier" in the "dark", "five arch angel" with heart
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Ain't "no love without hate", can you tell 'em apart?
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It's "bloody choices" from prophetic voices
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Anointed by the RZA noises, 4th Disciple and Supreme
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'98, Red Ant signed us, Cathy was beside us
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And linked us with Earth, Wind & Fire (you're a shining star)
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Label went bankrupt, album went gold quietly
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Got out our contracts, happily free
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Now it's D3, 2 On The Road and GG'z
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We ain't regular M.C.'s, we prophet M.C.'s
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Wu Killa Beez with a Sunz of Man beam
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With four diamond rings, we already been kings
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Now it's time to transform the hoes into queens
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Opposin' my team, is like souls in a dream
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I watch brother show off and die off of CREAM
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I speak for the dead souls that's locked in a bean
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I speak for the dead souls that's locked in a bean
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I speak for the angels with chopped off wings
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[Chorus x2: Madam D]
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All, you're all we got, you're all we got
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All we got, all we got is us, through the good and the bad times
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[Prodigal Sunzini]
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Even though times is hard, I stay divine, shine for God
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Some people change, money exchange, the love of fame
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And it's a cryin' shame, my brother's lyin' dyin' in vain
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Supplyin' the game, livin' out the next man's name
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Complete your steps, we got to move quiet as kept
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Seen a lot of teens get swept, cause one man slept
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And all we really got is us, who can we really trust
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Silly of you, to think that I would hate us
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Movin' as one, ain't nothin' new under the sun
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Same fiends, same drugs, same guns, relax a little
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Focus on tracks and make classes
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Black sounds of Satin, grace and satisfaction
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Hold my fans to the very end, we all we got
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Through thick and thin, we rise as the world spins
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[Chorus]
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[LA the Darkman]
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Feel like I'm locked in a cell, LA the Darkman, Nelson Mandela
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I gave out consignment, fuck you, nigga, pay me
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Elementary, dear Watson, gats keep poppin'
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Drugs keep clockin', and feds keep watchin'
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So I stay low pro, always keep the calico
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Beemer or the Benz, both got the stash, yo
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[Chorus]
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[Outro: Madam D]
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You're all we get, you're all we got
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All we got is us, through the good and the bad times
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Stress, yes...
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All We Got (us)
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| Sunz of Man |
