S.O.M

[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.)