Artist: Prodigal Sunn f/ Yung Masta Album: Return of the Prodigal Sunn Song: Campaignin' Typed by: CnoEvil@CHAMBERMUSIK.Com [Intro: Prodigal Sunn] .... sippin' champagne Pain, that's how we campaign, campaign Trees from a smoke, cuz ladies sipping champaigne Pain, that's how we campaign, pain Stay ahead of the game, let's stay ahead of the game Game, that's how we campaign, campaign Campaign, cam-cam-cam-paign, paign [Prodigal Sunn] The cat of the year, stay rugged, Timberland gear Rockin' Throwbacks, Nike's, Louie, Gucci wear Rocks in the grill, never ever givin' it up Go platinum plus, snakes screamin', yellin' what up What up, these nuts, nigga, and I don't give a fuck either Check my history, son, kid, I'm a solid figure Best believe, I'm not afraid at all to squeeze the triggers Releasin' the liver, enough to make a grown man quiver Pyramid base, Sunzini the ace GZA, Ghostface, diamond neck brace, who wanna case? You know the place, Brooklyn, where we pop those thangs Fiends sniffin' cocaine, dames, industry lames Sparklin' ice, knew it for the steps of Christ Watch the Sunn spit it precise, through the mic device From 13X to Malcolm, smooth like the wings of a falcon You know the outcome, still number one (one) [Chorus: Prodigal Sunn] Trees from a smoke, cuz ladies sipping champaigne Money grows fame, zippin' slow cash lane The name I claim be Sunzini, N.Y. City grain Tinted windows on the block, in the black Range Attackin' again, any track, I spit flames Beef anywhere, who want it? I break dreams Yeah, do it to death, that's how I campaign More money to make, that's how I campaign [Yung Masta] Don't want to step it to me, we come like State of the art weaponry, never retreat About them cats, that's undercover D's Deadly regiment, stay fatigue, cock back and squeeze Not planted, quicker than Jet Li, buckle your knees Me and my nigga get it poppin', like nine millimeter assault heaters Or clash of the titans with dick beaters Descendents of the teachers of Aristotle, kickin' a full bottle Yung Masta, Sunzini, stay honest to motto's Tough act to follow, you get my point, it's real hollow You'll cast your shadow, you couldn't live through our battles Your dreams get rattled, if you got bagged, you probably tattled You that snake in the eagle shadow, you caught nigga, game over With no replay, in the game like E.A But not a sport, give 'em force, 'break atoms' like Main Source We pay course, take a loss, this era, we takin' all We maintain and campaign, split your wig like migraines [Chorus] [Prodigal Sunn] Plantin' dynamite, the scene is right, team is tight Fist full of shine bright, I still grind on mics Still pack hot potato, network cable Activate generate that money on the table Those who oppose gon' catch metal facials Ladies love that Kain and Able, up in they navil Hit 'em high, hit 'em low, that's the way it goes Girl, you feel so good, ma, I just don't know, sike Gotta go, gotta go, I'm off to the next state Thirty G cash, and yo, I'm never late Gotta collect these papes, I'm movin' through the side floor Bodies galore, shakin' on dance floors We thirty deep in the back of the club Kickin' screamin', Love spinnin' our new hit, exclusive Two years later, see us chillin' on Cribs Turkey, lay these for the grillin', cuz I don't eat ribs To my fam, I got 'em locked to give, loves, I'm lived He's a mad types, I aint' try'nna catch the hyptz' [Chorus]