Sun Don't Shine
State Property Lyrics


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Yeah...for my street niggas

The sun never shines in the ghetto
It always rains in the hood
Heavy metals ring in the ghetto
Everybody moves Cain in the hood (everybody move them things)
This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto (to my niggas stay in the ghetto)
It's lots of shine in the ghetto
Too many haters in the hood (too hard, niggas be hatin)
Gotta watch what you doin
The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood (Freeway, Young Gunz)
This for my niggas who thug like shaked lights in the ghetto (Oschino)

Yo we gotta, hollow the gat, bottle the smack
When the cops pull up we gotta swallow the crack
All my niggas did time like Geronimo Prep
See the Benz like damn, what model is that
Oschino, the nigga who was locked in a cage
Niggas clockin my style like flavor flave
Fuck gettin the Source Award, or gettin Five Mics
I'm happy just gettin my daughter a pink bike
A roof over her head and some Barbie skates
It's plenty of nights man, I hardly ate
I'm from where the summers dangerous, the winters is cold
And bitches pop Van X's like birth control
I got bitches on death row, stuck with a cell number
So close to Jesus they got his cell number
The ghetto is trife, this is my life
How many rappers you know been down for murder twice?

Yo what up wit ch'all niggas
What it look like?
Throw it in the pot, see if the shit cook right
We can get it down, see if it bubble white or brown
Take it to the town and break my youngin's down
It's doin good, business is lookin fine
Get 'em for 20, but maybe 29
Youngin out on his grind, youngin poppin 'em nine's
I'm a juvenile delinquent, youngin was doin time
Cause Judge Reynold's left it up to my mom (what else?)
And I was thinkin like, damn ain't that crazy?
But mom duke's can't live without her baaaby
I'm back home, thrity eight strong, out on my own
Thinkin, get it wit chrome
Fuck makin them songs, but my mind right now
And this rap shit be my grind right now (now...now...)

The sun never shines in the ghetto
It always rains in the hood
Heavy metals ring in the ghetto
Everybody moves Cain in the hood
This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto

It's lots of shine in the ghetto
Too many haters in the hood
Gotta watch what you doin
The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood
This for my niggas who thug like shaked lights in the ghetto

You want to shit on? I'm on your boy like the narc's on 'em
You ever heard a nigga's lawyer scared to talk for him?
Creep in the dark on him, the led bark on him
I'm on his head til the Fed's spread chalk for him
That's how we do it dawg, these the last days
Yeah I had my bad days, I been through it ch'all
But I grew back (grew back)
Got my groove back (groove back)
That's how we do in trainin, cockin them two's back
Same dudes namin', givin up news
Gettin up on the stand, endin up on the news
It's fucked up what that pressure'll do
And you don't want to fuck up when they questionin you
Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you
Crucial beatdowns til the bitch come up outta you
Cris come up outta you, dough that ain't right to do
Put that dough and get your body viewed

Let me get five for twenty, or seven for thrity
That shit that you hear in the ghetto
They don't care in the hood
Cop four twenties and seven thirties
Then niggas disappear from the ghetto
Get snatched from the hood
Feds grab 'em, and some get put in the dirt
Some live in grime, good with the work
Stick up kids get hit with the nine
But the funeral parlor good with embalming fluid
Good with the hearst
Some niggas don't even grind
But still make a stack every other night, good with the dice
So it don't even matter, get hungry in the hood
Miss Low is sharp with the platters, good with the rice
And her daughter's just like her
Shootouts, they stash my guns, and I got away good with the knives
The end of the nights, stash my ones
Cause I'm good with the rocks, the smokers good with pipes

The sun never shines in the ghetto
It always rains in the hood
Heavy metals ring in the ghetto




Everybody moves Cain in the hood (everybody move them things)
This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto (to my niggas stay in the ghetto)

Overall Meaning

"Sun Don't Shine" by State Property is a gritty and realistic depiction of life in the ghetto. The chorus of the song emphasizes that the sun never shines, and it always rains in the hood. It's a metaphor for the darkness that engulfs the community. It's also accompanied by heavy-metal rings which imply that the community is somehow shackled or imprisoned by their circumstances. They "move Cain," which is a reference to how the community makes money by selling drugs. The verses delve deeper into the lives of people in the ghetto trying to survive and make a living.


In the first verse, State Property rapper Oshino describes the life of a young person growing up with drug culture. It paints a picture of kids swallowing crack when cops come by, going to jail, and doing whatever it takes to make ends meet. This is part of the struggle of living in the ghetto -dealing with the police, a culture of violence, and a life of uncertainty. The song consistently carries the theme that the ghetto is a place where people struggle to survive in a harsh and unforgiving environment.


The second and third verses carry on the same themes of violence, drugs, and living fast in the ghetto. The lyrics are gritty, raw, and honest. They provide insight into life in the ghetto, where people must do whatever it takes to make ends meet, even if that involves committing crimes. State Property raps about moving drugs, getting arrested and losing people to violence. The song "Sun Don't Shine" is a powerful commentary on how the ghetto can shape and define people's lives.


Line by Line Meaning

Yeah...for my street niggas
This song is for people living in the ghetto.


The sun never shines in the ghetto
There's no hope or joy in the hood.


It always rains in the hood
Life is full of struggles and hardships.


Heavy metals ring in the ghetto
Gun violence is common in the hood.


Everybody moves Cain in the hood (everybody move them things)
Drug trafficking is prevalent in the ghetto.


This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto (to my niggas stay in the ghetto)
Shoutout to the people who live in these rough conditions.


It's lots of shine in the ghetto
Money and success in the hood are often illegal activities.


Too many haters in the hood (too hard, niggas be hatin)
People are competing and jealous of each other in the ghetto.


Gotta watch what you doin
Be cautious of your actions in the hood, or you might get caught.


The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood (Freeway, Young Gunz)
Police only investigate illegal activities in the hood.


This for my niggas who thug like shaked lights in the ghetto (Oschino)
This is for people who are real and intimidating in the hood.


Yo we gotta, hollow the gat, bottle the smack
We need to hide the gun and drugs when police show up.


When the cops pull up we gotta swallow the crack
We have to hide the drugs by ingesting them when the police arrive.


All my niggas did time like Geronimo Prep
Many of my friends have been incarcerated, like the school for troubled youth, Geronimo Prep.


See the Benz like damn, what model is that
Impressed by luxury cars and wanting to know more about them.


Oschino, the nigga who was locked in a cage
Oschino, a rapper who has served time in prison.


Niggas clockin my style like flavor flave
People are paying attention and copying my unique style.


Fuck gettin the Source Award, or gettin Five Mics
I don't care about awards, I just want to provide for my family.


I'm happy just gettin my daughter a pink bike
I find joy in providing small, meaningful things for my daughter.


A roof over her head and some Barbie skates
Giving my daughter a safe environment and material necessities is important to me.


It's plenty of nights man, I hardly ate
There have been many tough times where I couldn't afford food.


I'm from where the summers dangerous, the winters is cold
Living conditions are harsh and unyielding throughout the year.


And bitches pop Van X's like birth control
Women in the hood are frequently using the birth control pill, Plan B, represented by the brand Van X.


I got bitches on death row, stuck with a cell number
I know women who are in jail and have no hope of getting out.


So close to Jesus they got his cell number
People in the hood often turn to religion in their times of difficulty.


The ghetto is trife, this is my life
The hood is full of troubles and this is my reality.


How many rappers you know been down for murder twice?
I have been incarcerated for murder twice and it's a common occurrence in the music industry.


Yo what up wit ch'all niggas
What's up with everyone in the hood.


What it look like?
What's the situation in the hood like?


Throw it in the pot, see if the shit cook right
Let's see if this illegal activity will make us money.


We can get it down, see if it bubble white or brown
Let's see if we can successfully distribute drugs.


Take it to the town and break my youngin's down
Distribute the drugs in other locations, and divide the profits among the crew.


It's doin good, business is lookin fine
The illegal activity is bringing profits in.


Get 'em for 20, but maybe 29
We can sell the drugs for 20 dollars each, but maybe we can get people to pay 29 dollars instead.


Youngin out on his grind, youngin poppin 'em nine's
Young people in the hood are often involved with guns and selling drugs.


I'm a juvenile delinquent, youngin was doin time
I was a troublemaker when I was young, and was incarcerated for it.


Cause Judge Reynold's left it up to my mom (what else?)
My mom had to raise me alone and take care of me even when I was making bad decisions.


And I was thinkin like, damn ain't that crazy?
I was reflecting on how difficult it was for my mom to take care of me.


But mom duke's can't live without her baaaby
My mom loves me too much to give up on me.


I'm back home, thrity eight strong, out on my own
I'm home from incarceration with 38 people in my crew, and fending for myself.


Thinkin, get it wit chrome
I'm thinking of getting a gun to protect myself.


Fuck makin them songs, but my mind right now
I'm not focused on making music, but rather on staying alive.


Everybody moves Cain in the hood
People are distributing and selling drugs in the ghetto.


This for my niggas who stay in the ghetto
This song is dedicated to those living in the rough conditions of the hood.


Too many haters in the hood
There are too many jealous people in the ghetto.


Gotta watch what you doin
Be careful of your actions, or you might get caught.


The ghetto only cop black shine in the hood
Police only investigate illegal activities in the hood.


This for my niggas who thug like shaked lights in the ghetto
This song is for intimidating people in the hood who are real and tough.


You want to shit on? I'm on your boy like the narc's on 'em
If you want to disrespect my crew, you will be in trouble, just like when the police catch illegal activity.


You ever heard a nigga's lawyer scared to talk for him?
Have you ever heard of a lawyer being too scared to represent someone because of the severity of their crimes?


Creep in the dark on him, the led bark on him
Come up behind someone in the dark and shoot them.


I'm on his head til the Fed's spread chalk for him
I will keep pursuing someone until they are either caught by the police or killed.


That's how we do it dawg, these the last days
This is how we handle things in the hood, and we live each day like it's the end of the world.


Yeah I had my bad days, I been through it ch'all
I have gone through tough times in the past.


But I grew back (grew back)
I recovered from my difficult experiences.


Got my groove back (groove back)
I regained my confidence and motivation.


That's how we do in trainin, cockin them two's back
This is how we handle things in training, practicing with guns.


Same dudes namin', givin up news
People in the hood are often snitching and giving up valuable information.


Gettin up on the stand, endin up on the news
People are testifying in court and ending up on the news.


It's fucked up what that pressure'll do
The pressure to provide results can cause people to make bad decisions and engage in illegal activities.


And you don't want to fuck up when they questionin you
You don't want to make a mistake when you're being interrogated by the police.


Lecturin you, tryin to get shit up outta you
Police are trying to extract information from you and lecture you about the law.


Crucial beatdowns til the bitch come up outta you
You will be beaten until you confess to your crimes.


Cris come up outta you, dough that ain't right to do
People will extort you to get money, which is not ethical.


Put that dough and get your body viewed
If you don't pay up, you may end up dead.


Let me get five for twenty, or seven for thrity
Can I buy 5 drug units for 20 dollars, or 7 units for 30 dollars?


That shit that you hear in the ghetto
This is what people are talking about in the hood.


They don't care in the hood
People in the hood don't care about cooperation with the police.


Cop four twenties and seven thirties
Police have arrested people with 4 bags of drugs worth 20 dollars each, and 7 bags of drugs worth 30 dollars each.


Then niggas disappear from the ghetto
People often go missing from the hood.


Get snatched from the hood
People will be kidnapped or arrested by police.


Feds grab 'em, and some get put in the dirt
People may be arrested or killed by the government.


Some live in grime, good with the work
Some people are successful drug dealers despite being in poverty.


Stick up kids get hit with the nine
People who rob drug dealers often get shot.


But the funeral parlor good with embalming fluid
The funeral home is skilled in taking care of and preserving dead bodies.


Good with the hearst
The funeral home has many funeral cars at their disposal.


Some niggas don't even grind
Some people make money in the hood without doing illegal activities.


But still make a stack every other night, good with the dice
These people are successful at gambling.


So it don't even matter, get hungry in the hood
It doesn't matter if you're successful or not, you still need to find a way to eat.


Miss Low is sharp with the platters, good with the rice
A woman named Miss Low is skilled at cooking and rice preparation.


And her daughter's just like her
Her daughter is also skilled at cooking.


Shootouts, they stash my guns, and I got away good with the knives
I have been in shootout situations and was able to hide my guns and fight with a knife.


The end of the nights, stash my ones
At the end of the night, I hide my earnings.


Cause I'm good with the rocks, the smokers good with pipes
I'm good at selling drugs and the addicts are good at using them.




Lyrics ยฉ BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, THE ADMINISTRATION MP INC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: LESLIE PRIDGEN, HANIF MUHAMMAD, CHRISTOPHER RIES, UMAR ALWAN, M. CARTER

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The One & Only Sports

Oschino killed that verse

NFJ IZZY

Facts

Steve An Rhonda Gentry

Everybody held their own on this one but Oschino and Freeway definitely stood out ๐Ÿฆพ

JUAN C. NORTH PHILLY

It's 2021 and this song reminds me of the good days when this came out.

Malcolm Ridinhigh

I'm never gonna stop listenin to song cause this is a classical throwback

Malcolm Ridinhigh

One of the best songs from State Property album

Malcolm Ridinhigh

This was a good era of music

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This is a Classic.

Steaight Philly with it ๐Ÿ”ฅ

Malcolm Ridinhigh

I heard this song mad times in 2002

Brennan Long

Idc if you from the block or lower middle class or a rich person.if you can't respect this song then you don't know music all guys on here had bars.but freeway killed it

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