[Intro: Prodigal Sunn] Yeah, Hood Chronicles, yeah, we back man B.K., take a little vacation, man Hard Life Vol. 1, this is the return But I'm back, baby, P. Sunzini Sunny Medina, know how we do it B.K. all day, yeah, the game S.U.N.Z., W.T.C., the good old life That's right man, it is what it is Check it
[Prodigal Sunn] Some say I'm fire like the pen and a tech While others say I'm ice like the cold of your neck, as I win with respect Never neglect the dialect of a vet, fleeing any set My twin Glizzy Glock Black, chemical wet Sinister, split the words like a minister, finisher Zini, the replinisher burn, at any temperature Injure, moving ninja on any size contender Get in where I fit in, rise to my agenda Ladies I love 'em tender, soft, spicy and ginger Apple in the back, pretty face smack in the center I take 'em on an oil, pipe line revenger, keep 'em Cold in the summer, plumb' 'em, right in the winter, I be Gone til november, leave 'em, something the'll remember A sign that represent 'em, my bloodline the winner, baby
[Interlude: Prodigal Sunn] That's right, man, I do this for anybody, man I do it for the hood, do it for the babies, man I do it for all my ladies, man, it's real out here Ain't nothing stopping me, man, this P. Sunzini In the muthafucking place, baby That's right, Hood Chronicles, that's what it is You know what it is, man, Hood Chronicles Everybody came from the hood, if you didn't, then you know what it is, though That's right, man, that shit was creative
[Prodigal Sunn] Yo, a young hoodie on the hustle for cash flow, fire like tabasco Running with calicos, who let it go We stack reser' dough, I'm breaded like Nabisco Came from the era, of weed, cracks and Crisco Up in your disco, flooded official Step into Sunz sideways, I got that heat for your tissue Damn shame, think it's a game, just a weight like trickle Had to figure out the riddle, chopping meat out the middle Turned a little into a lot, started from the scale on the pot To selling them rocks, po' smell 'em, back on the block Oh this place, my mom leaving my pops Dishonor with cop, too many of my brothers catching shots Caught up in the system of the plot, victims love to watch We can shine whether you like it or not, I'm on the road, the weapon It's Sunny, straight reppin', the number seven, equals heaven A lethal injection, another to perfection