Sundown Lyrics by Popa Wu

Sundown Lyrics

    [intro: shacronz]
    Yo, what's up?
    The fuck is the deal?
    Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
    Shacronz, the high juan
    With my affiliates, u.k.
    All day, and y'all fucked up now
    What? what? yo, yo..

    [chorus 2x: shacronz]
    When the sundown
    Clear the court, i got my guns now
    All y'all tough niggaz run now

    [i born]
    Eh yo.. it's the i, mic murder first degree
    No doubt no pressure, where beef? first that's free
    Had a punk pay the certain seed
    Bt's had me on freeze, where they wear sheets
    On concretes, harm fleets, wise generals retreat
    On reach, peace, where the each is own
    It's in eats in homes, thief will fly
    Beast with chrome, top rated, billy plated
    Shaded, throw it up nigga, run it, give it up nigga
    Trigger anthems, stay jig inhalin, die scramblin
    Cannon of the mobster, that phantom that got ya
    Set up, chop they necks, sword'll keep they head up
    Them vexed where its freedom, in death get yo head up

    [freemurder]
    Free no rep, snitches get they wig tore back
    Why you tellin me and i already know that?
    Fast frame dude like kodak
    Showin 'em, where the coke at
    Pump wiz who's nose that blow crack
    Got up and got the dough back
    See no plaques, niggaz see the 16's and hold that
    Flip c.r.e.a.m. and blow that, flip trees and blow that
    Lil' free squeeze with ease and you know that

    [chorus 2x]

    [jet black]
    I'm on some new shit, click do hits to keep the crew rich
    Fly dude that move bricks, cruisin in new whips
    Chicks watch the juice drip, shines keep you hypnotized
    Illegal enterprise, playin pies, only my click'll rise
    To the top of new york with cronz poppin the cork
    On the don, mob got it locked in the fort
    Cops i extort, crew pack nothin less than two gats (ya heard?)
    I move crack to stat', loop my troup to shoot back
    Chicks say "who dat?", fly don ya got ya eyes on
    Ty-jigs, shacronz, spray it like dry lawn
    Claracuzo, last long, marry a fuzzo
    Married to the mob, my broad carry a uz-o
    Hoes in parasuco's, dough long like my new pole
    True cold lows, froze with bloody loopholes
    Blow mackin noodles, pop the mack double uno
    Toss like hugo, floss numero uno

    [shacronz]
    Yo, what's up now? niggaz ain't got y'all guns now
    Y'all don't seem so tough now
    Cronz spit, y'all nerds fuck with the wrong click
    Pack long shit, liquor and c.r.e.a.m., check out my team
    Hilfiger jeans, this ice shirt, this bitch in the seam
    Ass show, chickens grab me, jumpin out of lincoln mabby's
    In front of nail salons, cats hail the don
    I fuck bitches pale, blonde, frail or long
    My comrades get hailed and showned
    Bailbond, nice royce, course, hail storms
    Trash dances instead of jungle weed
    In the jungle we, bubble keys
    In the bubble jeep, s3, team all plunky with ease
    We on some snake shit, hungry to squeeze
    You don't need no gun and cheese

    [chorus 4x]

    [outro: shacronz]
    What? all y'all faggot motherfuckers
    Ha, shit is real in the battlefield
    What? u.k., 10th chamber
    For real, shacronz, billy box
    Ty-jigs, the emperor
    Lil' free, f-r-double e
    The gods, same thang
    How we movin? (u.k.)
    U.k., u.k., u.k.

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