Manhunt

[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!