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[La the Darkman]
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Uh uh, for the niggas in black Vigors
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behind the wheel drinkin liquors
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Everybody wanna shine
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For the niggas rockin Tims, fuck cars and rims
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Yo, everybody wanna shine
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Yo, my dimensions, possessed, lucci, bitches, cess
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Lessons, computers, whips, and bulletproof vests
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I can't be done, me and Screwface one on one
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I drink wit bums in the slums where I shoot my guns
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Enforce ones, up north in the Ac, throw a strap
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I got niggas down south, holdin nines in Cadillacs
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Lettin trees blow, for niggas sniff snow inside the disco
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I hold a big pistol, to crack your brain crystal
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Cream like Joe Pisco', I fuck your bitch yo
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Right through her piss hole
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Long dick like a missle
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Split the black dutch, while the bracelet on my wrist glow
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Cough if I spit mo', sold my Lex, cop the Benzo
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My niggas come outta Sing-Seng buff like Lou Ferrigno
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The rhyme sayer, quicker Ruger nine sprayer
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Rich lifestyle like a young NBA player
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And I'm tied to the mob like that gun, called Tommy
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Shoot through your Armani, shoot at Guiliani
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Shoot at Illuminati, fuck everbody, it's the Darkman
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(understand that right there)
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Chorus
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For the niggas in black Vigors, behind the wheel drinkin liquors
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Everbody wanna shine
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For the niggas is rockin Tims, fuck cars and rims
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Yo, everybody wanna shine
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For the niggas that lock downed for bustin caps wit four pounds
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Everybody wanna shine
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For the niggas in Lexus Cruisers wit cocked back Rugers
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Yo, everybody wanna shine
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[La the Darkman]
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Yo, you wanna be me
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Sometimes I'm on the block, sometimes I'm on the TV
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My crew's greedy, like Boom Boom Mancini
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La's song buy weedy, Swahili, ?Sadeeky?
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Professional, hold my toast by my testicals
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I used to peddle, but three times two equal the devil
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Blinded by the ice, and the savage way of life
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To no vale, niggas get money in small scales
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Start smokin, like they don't know crack kills
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A freak nigga, got turned down by a female
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Didn't know he sucked death, when he just inhale
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I rap life, cocaine, niggas wit no brain
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Sellin crack for fifteen years wit no game
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That's a damn shame, check the result of bein broke
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Havin no whip, no lab, no money for smoke
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He stressed out, really not knowin what life's about
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Jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels
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Chorus
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[La the Darkman]
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Yo, yo, dunn I'm felt
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Gun in my waist, tight belt
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New York streets hot, the bottom of my Wallees melt
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I need wealth, puffin my lah by myself
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Blessed, wit food clothes and health
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And big whips, shorties say I got a big dick
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My first video, I rock twenty outfits
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The Benz 6, got me wanna flip ten bricks
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VCR headrest watchin Scarface flicks
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I politic, wit ex cons, old cats, drug dons
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Niggas that's known to take a arm for a arm
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I move calm as a lion of Juddah, black Garbudda
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Silent as a basehead, suckin on his hooter
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Cuz Cash Rules, that's why I study new jewels
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And keep tools, to create blood pools
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For new crews, rappers, on my territory
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I cock back the fifth, and make em his-tory
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Remember him, the kid wit the big Jesus em-blem
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Threw shells from the toast, had his bones tremblin
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Nigga, I'm the cat y'all be talkin about dunn
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Chorus
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Cuz I shine nigga, shine on nigga (what)
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Straight shine nigga, nawmean, word up
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The sun gon burn out (stay shinin, and stay spicy)
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I'mma shine till the sun burn out
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Straight up, word, the embassy, my family
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The embassy, my family,
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Shine
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| La the Darkman |
