La The Darkman - Lucci lyrics
[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]
