Young Gunz, Freeway, Oschino - Sun Don't Shine lyrics
Freeway [Philly Freezer]
[Young Gunz, Freeway, Oschino - Sun Don't Shine lyrics]
Yeahfor my street niggas
The sun never shines in the ghetto
It always rains in the hood
Heavy metals ring in the ghetto
Everybody moves 'caine in the hood
(everybody move them things)
This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto
(to my niggas stay in the ghetto)
It's lots of shine in the ghetto
Too many haters in the hood
(too hard, niggas be hatin)
Gotta watch what you doin
The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood
(Freeway, Young Gunz)
This for my niggas who thug like
Street lights in the ghetto (Oschino)
Yo we gotta, hollow the gat, bottle the smack
When the cops pull up we
Gotta swallow the crack
All my niggas did time like Geronimo Pratt
See the Benz like damn, what model is that
Oschino, the nigga who was locked in a cage
Niggas clockin my style like flavor flave
Fuck gettin the Source Award
Or gettin Five Mics
I'm happy just gettin my daughter a pink bike
A roof over her head and some Barbie skates
It's plenty of nights man, I hardly ate
I'm from where the summers dangerous
The winters is cold
And bitches pop Van X's like birth control
I got bitches on death row
Stuck with a cell number
So close to Jesus they got his cell number
The ghetto is trife, this is my life
How many rappers you know been
Down for murder twice?
Yo what up wit ch'all niggas
What it look like? Throw it in the pot
See if the shit cook right
We can get it down
See if it bubble white or brown
Take it to the town and
Break my youngin's down
It's doin good, business is lookin fine
Get 'em for 20, but maybe 29
Youngin out on his grind
Youngin poppin 'em nine's
I'm a juvenile delinquent
Youngin was doin time
Cause Judge Reynold's left it up to my mom
(what else?) and I was thinkin like
Damn ain't that crazy?
But mom duke's can't live without her baaaby
I'm back home, thrity eight strong
Out on my own thinkin, get it wit chrome
Fuck makin them songs, but my mind right now
And this rap shit be my grind right now
(nownow)
The sun never shines in the ghetto
It always rains in the hood
Heavy metals ring in the ghetto
Everybody moves Cain in the hood
This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto
It's lots of shine in the ghetto
Too many haters in the hood
Gotta watch what you doin
The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood
This for my niggas who thug like
Street lights in the ghetto
You wanna shit on? I'm on your
Boy like the narc's on 'em
You ever heard a nigga's lawyer
Scared to talk for him?
Creep in the dark on him, the led bark on him
I'm on his head til the
Fed's spread chalk for him
That's how we do it dawg, these the last days
Yeah I had my bad days
I been through it ch'all
But, I grew back (grew back)
Got my groove back (groove back)
That's how we do in trainin
Cockin them two's back
Same dudes namin', givin up news
Gettin up on the stand, endin up on the news
It's fucked up what that pressure'll do
And you don't wanna fuck up
When they questionin you
Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you
Crucial beatdowns til the bitch
Come up outta you cris come up outta you
Dough that ain't right to do
Put that dough and get your body viewed
Let me get five for twenty
Or seven for thrity
That shit that you hear in the ghetto
They don't care in the hood
Cop four twenties and seven thirties
Then niggas disappear from the ghetto
Get snatched from the hood
Feds grab 'em, and some get put in the dirt
Some live in grime, good with the work
Stick up kids get hit with the nine
But the funeral parlor good
With embalming fluid good with the hearst
Some niggas don't even grind
But still make a stack every other night
Good with the dice so it don't even matter
Get hungry in the hood
Miss Low is sharp with the platters
Good with the rice
And her daughter's just like her
Shootouts, they stash my guns
And I got away good with the knifes
The end of the nights, stash my ones
Cause, I'm good with the rocks
The smokers good with pipes
The sun never shines in the ghetto
It always rains in the hood
Heavy metals ring in the ghetto
Everybody moves Cain in the hood
This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto
It's lots of shine in the ghetto
Too many haters in the hood
Gotta watch what you doin
The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood
This for my niggas who thug like
Street lights in the ghetto
The sun never shines in the ghetto
It always rains in the hood
Heavy metals ring in the ghetto
Everybody moves 'caine in the hood
(everybody move them things)
This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto
(to my niggas stay in the ghetto)
It's lots of shine in the ghetto
Too many haters in the hood
(too hard, niggas be hatin)
Gotta watch what you doin
The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood
(Freeway, Young Gunz)
This for my niggas who thug like
Street lights in the ghetto (Oschino)
Yo we gotta, hollow the gat, bottle the smack
When the cops pull up we
Gotta swallow the crack
All my niggas did time like Geronimo Pratt
See the Benz like damn, what model is that
Oschino, the nigga who was locked in a cage
Niggas clockin my style like flavor flave
Fuck gettin the Source Award
Or gettin Five Mics
I'm happy just gettin my daughter a pink bike
A roof over her head and some Barbie skates
It's plenty of nights man, I hardly ate
I'm from where the summers dangerous
The winters is cold
And bitches pop Van X's like birth control
I got bitches on death row
Stuck with a cell number
So close to Jesus they got his cell number
The ghetto is trife, this is my life
How many rappers you know been
Down for murder twice?
Yo what up wit ch'all niggas
What it look like? Throw it in the pot
See if the shit cook right
We can get it down
See if it bubble white or brown
Take it to the town and
Break my youngin's down
It's doin good, business is lookin fine
Get 'em for 20, but maybe 29
Youngin out on his grind
Youngin poppin 'em nine's
I'm a juvenile delinquent
Youngin was doin time
Cause Judge Reynold's left it up to my mom
(what else?) and I was thinkin like
Damn ain't that crazy?
But mom duke's can't live without her baaaby
I'm back home, thrity eight strong
Out on my own thinkin, get it wit chrome
Fuck makin them songs, but my mind right now
And this rap shit be my grind right now
(nownow)
The sun never shines in the ghetto
It always rains in the hood
Heavy metals ring in the ghetto
Everybody moves Cain in the hood
This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto
It's lots of shine in the ghetto
Too many haters in the hood
Gotta watch what you doin
The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood
This for my niggas who thug like
Street lights in the ghetto
You wanna shit on? I'm on your
Boy like the narc's on 'em
You ever heard a nigga's lawyer
Scared to talk for him?
Creep in the dark on him, the led bark on him
I'm on his head til the
Fed's spread chalk for him
That's how we do it dawg, these the last days
Yeah I had my bad days
I been through it ch'all
But, I grew back (grew back)
Got my groove back (groove back)
That's how we do in trainin
Cockin them two's back
Same dudes namin', givin up news
Gettin up on the stand, endin up on the news
It's fucked up what that pressure'll do
And you don't wanna fuck up
When they questionin you
Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you
Crucial beatdowns til the bitch
Come up outta you cris come up outta you
Dough that ain't right to do
Put that dough and get your body viewed
Let me get five for twenty
Or seven for thrity
That shit that you hear in the ghetto
They don't care in the hood
Cop four twenties and seven thirties
Then niggas disappear from the ghetto
Get snatched from the hood
Feds grab 'em, and some get put in the dirt
Some live in grime, good with the work
Stick up kids get hit with the nine
But the funeral parlor good
With embalming fluid good with the hearst
Some niggas don't even grind
But still make a stack every other night
Good with the dice so it don't even matter
Get hungry in the hood
Miss Low is sharp with the platters
Good with the rice
And her daughter's just like her
Shootouts, they stash my guns
And I got away good with the knifes
The end of the nights, stash my ones
Cause, I'm good with the rocks
The smokers good with pipes
The sun never shines in the ghetto
It always rains in the hood
Heavy metals ring in the ghetto
Everybody moves Cain in the hood
This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto
It's lots of shine in the ghetto
Too many haters in the hood
Gotta watch what you doin
The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood
This for my niggas who thug like
Street lights in the ghetto
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