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Az

Genres: Hip-Hop

Sunshine Lyrics - Az

Once again, firm affiliation 

Like we say; the show must go on 

 

(Chorus: 2X) 

Sunshine - we hustle to the moon light 

Reminisce on a good time 

Cop come on boget 

 

Yo when times get trifle 

I'm subjected to street survival 

See many never complete they cycle 

Other retreat to bibles, living holy 

But currency seem to control me, moving coldly 

In the presence of old parolies 

My mind mold me, keep me in mack mode like Goldie 

Police know me, but ain't got enough to hold me 

I follow rules, through the knowledge, swallow jewels 

A form of teaching, from the streets never taught in school 

You caught you lose, a wise man utilize tools 

Solitude certifies all moves 

So I walk this path of the old dread, that lead me off the Ave 

Absorbing fast, learning from niggaz I lost in the past 

Its poison plays in these foul days 

Housing cops and they foul ways, I'm walking through a wild maze 

Holding my brain trying to maintain 

Sleet hell, snow, or rain, I guess the game will never change 

 

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(Chorus) 

 

Since the genesis, paraphernalia circle my premises 

Poor images, project life drained my innocence 

It's all the worst genocide, I guess the water's cursed 

My old earth identify, though her soul is for the church 

She prayed for peace, hoping I'm saved before she lay deceased 

To say the least, the one to wise to play the streets 

I know the ropes, certain niggaz to slow to cope 

& though I sold some Coke, it was only to stay afloat 

Amongst the frozen hearted, some bending, some departed 

Inhaling chocolate, tracing back to where it started 

The Crack wave 2 for 5, deuce and trays 

The Mack sprays, puffin' lye, truth & days 

& though it sound ill, through all the foul shit, I'm down still 

All around real, rough is the grounds in Brownsville 

I know the ledge, meditating, holding my head 

Eyes red, it's "Doe or Die" till I'm dead 

 

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(Chorus) 

 

I played all positions, plus learned from each mission 

Politic wit all type niggaz wit different diction 

I did it up, from young in some cunt, the way I hit it up 

Bugging off my first Philly Blunt, and how I lit it up 

But time flying, playing these corners I'll let it slide by 

Smoking lye, homicide, coke supplies dry 

So play the game, other slow up change the lane 

Awaken, unchain the brain in exchange to take away the pain 

It's a part of scriptures, put together wit different mixtures 

They tricked us, got us trapped in taking pictures 

Interrogating, locating, destination, estimating 

Or play a part of them investigating 

It's on going from them killers, to them broads hoeing 

Unknowing first time felons on trial blowing 

So burn your clips and sit back, learn your shit 

The last of these real reps left turned legit 

 

(Chorus) 

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