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[Featuring La The Darkman]
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Intro:
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Word up!
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yeah! La The Darkman youknowhatI'msayin'
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word up! takin' you on this expedition tropicanty
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word up! the underworld mission
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youknowhatI'msayin'
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revolution yo
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check it out yo
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Chorus:
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The La's invincible
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you thug cats i'ma stab on pricipal
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better off dead workin' with a glass go ahead
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you got star dream on a corner drinkin' gasoline
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my man threw you up in a fiend no contest
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Dunn i'm bless and knew a devil in a blue dress
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Dunn i'm bless and you a devil in a blue dress
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Verse One:
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YouknowhatI'msayin', word up! La the Dark...
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yo, this brilliant companion peace to the original
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approach my slang and end up in critical condition
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when I let my shell I ain't missin'
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technician, you get stabbed back in position
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I know that money bring bitches and bitches on to be trusted
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some rappers sniff coke and others be gettin' dusted
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city lights, a minute with new books to read
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I feed my man lock down, my physicals and my seeds
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I ain't got shit, while you rap niggas be playin' wigs
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and you the Vegas in the ditch, makin' life cold switch
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I'm invincible, you get dead before you start
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my night for sharp, push raps spikes to your art
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La fight dirty, I strike first I snatch it a purse
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inside my verse, takin' to the edge of the earth
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and throw you over, son you drunk I smack you sober
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assassin, blastin' enough your range rover
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Chorus
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Verse Two:
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triple darkness, yo, expedition
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yo, i'm from a long weeded stick up
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kids, coke and hustlers
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gars for cars, strong arms, Tech dusters
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the streets got me in a ocean deep
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Khuan i'm leap, a bum told me life is cheap
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my lyric's dancin', lamp and eatin' fish in a Wu mansion
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apart place i'ma dance and only my wiz i'm romancin'
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hostted all you chicken niggas get rosted
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I read manuscrip in 97 whips hells is tosted
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I say some my minute your Benz and get benit
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my guns get more open than a enveloppe with money in it
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where I live it's only crack, fiends and dirty jeans
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shorties on the block with the platinum drug dream
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everything in our seems I got bagged at 14
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on a highway runin' guns outta New Orleans
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it's La, what you think them niggas trimbellin' pink
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stumblelin' you a cat to turn tough on a drink
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keepin' you lifted remenisce on what Chris did
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pull out the mac and shop for a cat in a scebelian
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right in front of the buildin' with kids playin', Shelly's playin'
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on the second floor Shelly mom's prayin'
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got cough by a stray in a window in broad day
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and she die, fucked up and had to be that way
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it was a drunk nigga who done it
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word up! youknowhatI'msayin', yo
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Chorus
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Outro:
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Word up!
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La Trapicanty, youknowhatI'msayin'
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you kids better walk straight and masked that you high
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youknowhatI'msayin' or you be the next to die
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word up! sendin' hands to our live
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YouknowhatI'msayin' word up!
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triple darkness
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supreme, word up!
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power for my whole unit
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Devil In A Blue Dress
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DJ Muggs |