Sunstroke Lyrics - Singles - Easy Mo Bee

Five star general spit, hush them niggas 

I star, why even discuss them niggas? 

By far, I'm the shit, flush them niggas 

Fuck them niggas, I'ma crush them niggas 

Chrome heater, street sweeper 

Gun shots get deeper, cough up a lung and a liter 

Twelve shot Nine now, one of my new pets 

And when these twins squeeze it sounds like duets 

Nigga burn, yeah, my Fam learn to earn 

We got shit locked with no key holes to turn 

Platinum Navigator, easy when you earn a buck 

It's like a big fuckin' beeper when you turn it up 

Shit vibratin' 

Hoes titties bouncin', rubbin' all on my shit, bitch try waitin' 

Straight to the telly huh, Sauce got angles to hit 

Billboards triangles and shit 

And who's Jeter? The Don Juan for you Don Con's 

In the double Nine Yukon, tote two arms 

From Brooknam 'til death do 

And I bet you when I spit shots they connect to dead you 

Lil' monkeys postin' for wreck 

They get trapped up and extorted for your toast and your vest 

I'm no joke, so laugh and be laughin' to death 

And if you think it's so simple, you'll be gassed and then left 

It's the game tight nigga, chain two below 

I'm a Gigolo Mommy, the fame I ain't fo' 

The foes I don't hate, hoes I don't chase 

Henny I drink straight, my money is big faced 

For you small change niggas who playin' to ball 

I got six digits now, what you playin' it for? 

I'm the youngest out of Marcy and the shit don't stop 

Steppin' up to the top 'bout to have shit locked. 

You want hits? We got hits 

Nothin' but the hot hits, once it drop 

Everybody's topless 

(Sunstroke) 

Hennessey shots and fly bitches 

(Gun smoke) 

The enemies plot on my riches 

You want hits? We got hits 

Nothin' but the hot hits, once it drop 

Everybody's topless 

(Sunstroke) 

Hennessey shots and fly bitches 

(Gun smoke) 

The enemies plot on my riches 

My automatic stoutest be off balance 

Gun with the silence 

Outta state, mad mileage 

Your crew wild but we the wildest 

Switch my trigger finger often to prevent a callus 

For me many Men hold malice, I react with violence 

Since we tryin' to double the dough, we double the sins 

Even the gnats is double now lookin' like fraternal twins 

The rap killings be serial 

The FEDS tried to link Da Rainjahz to the crime 

Through the use of genetic material 

I'm takin' all bets, who want it? 

Wise, hard to touch, weavin' shit like Prince Naseem Hamed 

The flow is Ten karat and your lyrics is poor 

Big horse, plus you walk like your salads been tossed 

Smoke the explosion, rock second hand gold thats stolen 

Straight haul off and smack a nigga just for posin' 

Bleed Hennessey, rhyme like theres Ten of me 

So you remember me? 

Every verse, I'm on should be considered a felony 

Why the fuck niggas be hatin'? I don't even know 

Niggas need to go ahead with them outdated flows 

Da Rainjahz 'cause precipitation, and we rain in this bitch like 

Hurricane Mitch 

Fuck the fame, son, I'm in it for the dough and another whip 

Ghetto cracked out on some other shit 

Style switch, leave the whole city dark like the Mothership 

Ya'll know the half, I hold the Nine with the rubber grip 

Seen less, ya'll re-imported by the government 

If I wasn't rappin' I'd be on the corners bubblin' 

Doublin' my cream on a triple beam 

Instead I keep the team tight and feel like ain't shit gon' divide us 

Not even riches, not even bitches 

Look now, niggas of the World stay paintin' pictures 

Of the inner-city realness 

Who can relate? roll and fat one and feel this 

We put it down 

You want hits? We got hits 

Nothin' but the hot hits, once it drop 

Everybody's topless 

(Sunstroke) 

Hennessey shots and fly bitches 

(Gun smoke) 

The enemies plot on my riches