La The Darkman Lucci Lyrics

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]
Yo yo watch the Corleone give neck ties and
puff bones
Stick arabs for the crystals like Indiana Jones
Witness La
hands of stone on this action packed odessey
Majesty livin out the golden
book prophecy
Unstoppable Iron Shiek of rap speaks
Blaze a tree in the
street, blue and grey benz jeep
Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two
thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, no match to go
to war
On tour, blowin smoke out the four by four
Enjoyin life, I don't
know a man who live twice
Cee-Lo, king, rollin dice, holdin Glaciers of
Ice
Playin ninety-seven matten at the loft of Manhatten
While I get
blitzed and rich, watch him run short flicks
With a bad chick, La been raw
since eighty-six
On the block, new kicks with chalk and skunk mitts
Son,
i'm fortunate to still be here, shells is close
City Lights, La The Dark,
stay 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 lucci, it's all about that lucci
For that lucci, it's
all about that
Gettin money in many ways in these lasy days
With Venom
written wisdom, I have to say crime pays

[La the Darkman]
I'd rather
die if I'm not livin fly, Now Y
Can't get a job with a corporate, fuck it,
I'm gettin high
Suicide commited in cells, dwellers square as
hell
Children can't have a chance with impairable bells
Sufferin in a
jail, I only recognize a soul
Reach one with a cold force, gon' be the one
that have to be told
Behold the son of God with a scroll
Flame throwin
lyrics, niggaz better stop, drop and roll
Lyrics is gold, Darkman pushin up
in the land
Hit a spot fot a Rolex watch, two thousand grams
Now dip, cuz
loose lip shorts ain't shit
But in this drug rap, I bang like the Bloods and
the Crips
Guns and clips seen to make my state rotate
Stayin close to a
hornet, drinkin, bustin that jake
Holdin my weight, now a purchase 'bout to
case
When I coke 'em and drop 'em it equal Cali earthquakes
I escape,
baggin worth, pawn 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 Acura, same
soldiers attackin ya
Desert camellion, no civilian, better know as
Dracula
Seven, I'm 'bout to see about a half a mil'
With twenty niggaz
perfectin in Kung Fu skills
And fuck bitches, they only want they name on my
will
And all you half-ass rappers, kid, you need to be killed
My shit is
ill, the eels gave birth to my friend
I represent on all tracks like the
number four train
Maintain, it's all about the cheese you gain
I get the
studies, then the money and the bitches, fuck the fame

[Chorus]