forgot my .380 with ten shots Enough to bust each nigga dead in the face And got one shot left when I step, just in case I miss one, who can dis Sun and
[VERSE 1] More terrifyin than a handgun Watch your man run, cause he can't stand Sun When I let loose the lights And radiate heat to any zigga in the
[VERSE 1] It's goin down in the ghetto, around 7 So beep me about 6, with code 11 So we can hook up at the spot and get right for the night We stickin
had cribs and cars I used to be a star, but I wasn't gettin far I had a lotta girls, now I don't have none Even my Undercover Lover said, "Later, Sun"
Magic] Aight, no doubt, no doubt This is super rockin Mr. Magic on your FM dial We're gonna send this piece out to every street corner and every ghetto
killer cold killin Great taste and less fillin like Bud Light, I'm Cold Chillin' On the 8th I be jewelin with my man Blacky I'm not the same King Sun
in your residence Like a little bitch, you switched when you signed Want me to sweat yours, cause you was sweatin mine Don't be suprised when you get your ass flipped Yo, Sun
