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[La the Darkman]
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Bear witness to the god, young thugs don't live long
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Life is a game of chess ( you play the pawn), knowledge I born
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Walk a righteous path, you can never go wrong
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Yo east New York gon ?skin connectin me?, this kid live next to me
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Manifests ecstacy, to specialize in treachery
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Subliminal, wanted to be nuttin, but a criminal
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Wit braids, and doo-loo dropped out the eight grade
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Tradin rocks, mad obsessed wit guns, was infected
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Should of came amongst gods, could of been resurrected
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He expected to live long, holdin the glock
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Never opened up his lessons, never took us alive
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Robbed a liquor store, the old man knew him since four
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Still slapped him wit the toast, and son emptied the cash drawer
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Watchin news flicks, what the kid did, gettin famous
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Found the owner in the back of the store, left brainless
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The stainless was found, in the sewer three blocks down
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The DE's flashed his picture around the Polo Grounds
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Kicked his grandmother door down, wit a search warrant
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Hand cuffed him in his boxers, tipped off by an informer
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He was sentenced to thirty-two, quite quality
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Allah rules, he should of listened to his jewels
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Chorus 2x
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[La the Darkman and Masta Killa]
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Young thugs don't live long
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Life is a game of chess, and you playin a pawn
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I be king, listen to the knowledge I born
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Walk a righteous path, and you can never go wrong (word up)
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[Masta Killa]
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This be the dance of the drunken, niggas found slunken
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Over the stand room and one to his head black
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All those he drove his next destination of home
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Suddenly sniped from civilization
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Reality starts to set in, his last thoughts
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Flashin back to where it all begun
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A shorty who slum for a militant soldier
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Who made his bones by holdin down the corner
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Never turned snitch even though he was pinched by the Feds
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He held his weight and did a bid
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A two to six, as he sinned from his cell wit a vengence
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He held in his heart like a icepick
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Physically, he's cut the fuck up
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Tryin to maintain but his head is fucked up
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To learn, the word on the streets confirmed
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Of the sickness, murderin a family member that turn
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Informant, he shot this enormous in silence
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Who broke it, this lead to bloodshed and violence
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[U-God]
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This chick Iris out in Queens had a cocaine Lexus
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Dime sexes, she rock a leather G necklace
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Building reckless, Queen kingpin deathwish
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Hit women that'll fuck you and return them ya essence
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This evil widow, she pulled a fo'-fo' out the pillow
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Wit a silencer, la costra nostra cats, they admired her
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They hide a force sting to hit the North Region king of teamster
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Head C.E.O. of, a major ring but one thing
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Lead to another, a leaf, new recover
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She got side-swiped, tied up, he buck fifty cutter
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He shot her both knees then, dumper her in the gutter
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It was gorry, the top nigga tortured her for glory
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But, he let her live so she could about this story
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Element of Surprise
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| La the Darkman |
