La The Darkman
La The Darkman - Lucci lyrics
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[intro: la the darkman] Gun rule. we gon' make this spicy. It's la trapacanty right here. You know? and we gon' do it like this. Yeah. darkman. [la the darkman] Yoyowatch the corleone give neck ties and puff bones Stick arabs for the crystals like indiana jones Witnesslahands of stoneon this action packed odessey Majestylivin out the golden book prophecy Unstoppableiron shiek of rap speaks Blaze a tree in the streetblue and grey benz jeep Tazmanianrebelnew wu tycoon Two thousand-five lyricsyou'll catch on soon New entrepreneurno match to go to war On tourblowin smoke out the four by four Enjoyin lifeI don't know a man who live twice Cee-lokingrollin diceholdin glaciers of ice Playin ninety-seven matten at the loft of manhatten While I get blitzed and richwatch him run short flicks With a bad chickla been raw since eighty-six On the blocknew kicks with chalk and skunk mitts SonI'm fortunate to still be hereshells is close City lightsla the darkstay conceilin the toast Cuz thieves who decieve get loot the most But thieves that see me are left holy as the ghost [chorus x2: la the darkman] For that lucciit's all about that lucci For that lucciit's all about that Gettin money in many ways in these lasy days With venom written wisdomI have to say crime pays [la the darkman] I'd rather die if I'm not livin flynow y Can't get a job with a corporatefuck itI'm gettin high Suicide commited in cellsdwellers square as hell Children can't have a chance with impairable bells Sufferin in a jailI only recognize a soul Reach one with a cold forcegon' be the one that have to be told Behold the son of God with a scroll Flame throwin lyricsniggaz better stopdrop and roll Lyrics is golddarkman pushin up in the land Hit a spot fot a rolex watchtwo thousand grams Now dipcuz loose lip shorts ain't shit But in this drug rapI bang like the bloods and the crips Guns and clips seen to make my state rotate Stayin close to a hornetdrinkinbustin that jake Holdin my weightnow a purchase 'bout to case When I coke 'em and drop 'em it equal cali earthquakes I escapebaggin worthpawn porcelain plates Get ill like al capone after sniffin that ape And my state from the halls of hell Sing-sing stick a spear through your chest like an ear and an earring [chorus] [la the darkman] Niggaz and sneakers and over-night night crawler creapers Cake junkies on the jones plannin a heist to get ya speakers In that acurasame soldiers attackin ya Desert camellionno civilianbetter know as dracula SevenI'm 'bout to see about a half a mil' With twenty niggaz perfectin in kung fu skills And fuck bitchesthey only want they name on my will And all you half-ass rapperskidyou need to be killed My shit is illthe eels gave birth to my friend I represent on all tracks like the number four train Maintainit's all about the cheese you gain I get the studiesthen the money and the bitchesfuck the fame [chorus]