Prodigal Sunn

Manhunt

Prodigal Sunn


[Intro: Prodigal Sunn] 
Chitty chitty bang bang, bang, bang 
Chitty chitty.. 

[Chorus 2X: Prodigal Sunn] 
I make you jump jump, bang this shit 
High or low, out your trunk-trunk 
Spit that raw, give 'em 
Give 'em, give 'em, what they want 
Pumpin' and thumpin' and dumpin' 
It's a manhunt, yo, it's a manhunt 

[Prodigal Sunn] 
Yeah, we get it crunk like Lil' Jon and them Eastside Boyz 
Them Brooklyn boys, G-O-D-Z, up in Tonka toys 
Thirty mil' team, hand gleem, filled chips a'hoy 
Self employed, get it from Evon and Peter Roy 
Lumbers and heaters, jumpin' out the Z2 seaters 
Rockin' Louie with them Gucci sneakers, live in Cheetah's 
Don't get it twisted, stay lifted, keep the metal biscuit 
The grand wizard chameleon lizard, New York Blizzard 
Live as can be, live on stage in Tennessee 
Makin' that legal tender, seein' our dough, drink the Hennessey 
Son, you fake, you not a friend of me, not even a can-it-be 
You about to catch a John F. Kennedy 
Then I escape through the assembly, ghost from the vecinity 
Vacant my suite, flash bring scenery 
Typical moves for you pitiful dudes 
Cupcakes and corn flakes, it ain't no love without hate 

[Chorus 2X] 

[Prodigal Sunn] 
A thoroughbred since a young shorty, guzzlin' '40's 
The forty-five on the right side, ready to ride 
Do or die, Bedstuy, where heads fly, you don't ask why 
Do the knowledge, add it up and apply 
Some last words from my dying uncle, stay focused, get that cash 
Stay on the lookout, for triggers in masks 
Move smart, blend with the dark, roll with men of heart 
And every beast, shall play they part, young God 
Mmmm.... meditated, for a minute, high set it off 
The green splendid, knew what he was sayin', knew he really meant it 
Survive on the street, you liable meat 
Be a grown man, son, stand on your own two feet 
It's real, from the gun to the grain, hustle my name 
Too many stress and high, coming in son; I already came 
Muscle the game, stay clear, of them lames and dames 
Split hits campaign, like Rick James on cocaine 

[Chorus 2X] 

[12 O'Clock] 
I do it to the death, dudes don't know 
It be the nine or the tech, get the bread then we step 
Got the handle like A.I., with his left 
Young police thinkin' they Elliott Ness 
Til they get popped in they chest 
Throw the burner to ya neck, dude, dare you to flex 
See you girly ass dudes, I lift up your dress 
Got that criminal mind, like I'm Luther, the Lex 
Want my CREAM lookin' long, when you writin' them checks 
Be a rebel to the game like Inspectah Deck 
12 O'Clock, starts today, do ends in the morn' 
When my bust in hers, see a star was born 
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, dudes that's where I'm from 
Get a nasty ass chick, like to swallow my gum 
C-walking down my block, not knowing nobody, that's crazy 
Even if your gun got bodies 
Got a man with a pitbull, one eye, call him Shock! 

[Hook: Prodigal Sunn] 
We got bangers that gon' feel this, the gritty grindz 
We got hangers that gon' love this, gritty grindz 
I'm in the hood, baby, all the time, gritty grindz 
Get yours, cuz I'mma get mine, the gritty grindz 

[Chorus 2X] 

[Outro: Prodigal Sunn] 
The gritty grindz!