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[Intro: La the Darkman]
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Gun rule. We gon' make this spicy.
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It's La Trapacanty right here.
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You know? And we gon' do it like this.
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Yeah. Darkman.
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[La the Darkman]
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Yo, yo, watch the Corleone give neck ties and puff bones
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Stick arabs for the crystals like Indiana Jones
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Witness, La, hands of stone, on this action packed odessey
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Majesty, livin out the golden book prophecy
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Unstoppable, Iron Shiek of rap speaks
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Blaze a tree in the street, blue and grey benz jeep
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Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
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Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
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New entrepreneur, no match to go to war
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On tour, blowin smoke out the four by four
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Enjoyin life, I don't know a man who live twice
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Cee-Lo, king, rollin dice, holdin Glaciers of Ice
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Playin ninety-seven matten at the loft of Manhatten
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While I get blitzed and rich, watch him run short flicks
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With a bad chick, La been raw since eighty-six
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On the block, new kicks with chalk and skunk mitts
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Son, i'm fortunate to still be here, shells is close
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City Lights, La The Dark, stay conceilin the toast
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Cuz thieves who decieve get loot the most
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But thieves that see me are left Holy as the Ghost
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[Chorus x2: La the Darkman]
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For that lucci, it's all about that lucci
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For that lucci, it's all about that
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Gettin money in many ways in these lasy days
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With Venom written wisdom, I have to say crime pays
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[La the Darkman]
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I'd rather die if I'm not livin fly, Now Y
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Can't get a job with a corporate, fuck it, I'm gettin high
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Suicide commited in cells, dwellers square as hell
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Children can't have a chance with impairable bells
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Sufferin in a jail, I only recognize a soul
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Reach one with a cold force, gon' be the one that have to be told
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Behold the son of God with a scroll
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Flame throwin lyrics, niggaz better stop, drop and roll
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Lyrics is gold, Darkman pushin up in the land
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Hit a spot fot a Rolex watch, two thousand grams
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Now dip, cuz loose lip shorts ain't shit
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But in this drug rap, I bang like the Bloods and the Crips
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Guns and clips seen to make my state rotate
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Stayin close to a hornet, drinkin, bustin that jake
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Holdin my weight, now a purchase 'bout to case
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When I coke 'em and drop 'em it equal Cali earthquakes
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I escape, baggin worth, pawn porcelain plates
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Get ill like Al Capone after sniffin that ape
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And my state from the halls of Hell
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Sing-sing stick a spear through your chest like an ear and an earring
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[Chorus]
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[La the Darkman]
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Niggaz and sneakers and over-night night crawler creapers
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Cake junkies on the Jones plannin a heist to get ya speakers
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In that Acura, same soldiers attackin ya
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Desert camellion, no civilian, better know as Dracula
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Seven, I'm 'bout to see about a half a mil'
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With twenty niggaz perfectin in Kung Fu skills
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And fuck bitches, they only want they name on my will
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And all you half-ass rappers, kid, you need to be killed
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My shit is ill, the eels gave birth to my friend
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I represent on all tracks like the number four train
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Maintain, it's all about the cheese you gain
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I get the studies, then the money and the bitches, fuck the fame
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[Chorus]
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Lucci
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| La the Darkman |
