Lucci Lyrics - Singles - 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. 

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 

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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 

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 

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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