La the Darkman – Lucci Lyrics

Produced By: Carlos "6 July" Broady
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['Five Deadly Venoms' sample]
I came from a wealthy family
I joined the clan because I wanted to learn
A special Kung-Fu and be a real expert
But in actual fact I've just become a killer, killing
That's all I know death every day, another


[Intro: La the Darkman]
Gun rule. We gon' make this spicy
It's La Traficante 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 Sheik of rap speaks
Blaze a tree in the street, blue and gray Benz jeep
Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, blow mac's 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 '97 Madden at the Loft in Manhattan
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 chocolate skunk nicks

Son, I'm fortunate to still be here, shells is close
City Lights, La The Dark, stay conceilin the toast
'Cuz thieves who deceive get loot the most
But thieves deceive me are left Holy as the Ghost


[Hook 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 last days
With Venom written wisdom, I have to say crime pays, kid lucci

[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 kidnapped from parents with unpayable bails
Sufferin in a jail, I don't recognize a soul
Each one with a cold war story that has to be told
Behold the son of God with a scroll
Flame throwin lyrics, niggas 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 sure sink ships
But in this drug rap, I bang like the Bloods and the Crips
Guns and clips seem to make my state rotate
Stay on corners till morning, drinkin, bustin at jakes
Holdin my weight, now a purchase 'bout two cakes
When I cook 'em and drop 'em it equal Cali earthquakes
I escape, baggin work on porcelain plates

Get ill like Al Capone after sniffin an eighth
And I'm straight from the halls of Hell
Sing-sing stick a spear through your chest like an ear and an earring

[Hook]

[La the Darkman]
Niggas and sneakers and over-night night crawler creapers
Crack junkies on the Jones plannin a heist to get ya speakers
And 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 niggas 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 ills gave birth to my brain
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

[Hook]

[Outro]
*ringing*
Tryin to be broke black
Not me, like these cats say
Fuck that, what you mean, fuck that
How ya live now, fuck that
Fuck you shinin right now
You shine, you just beemin
Seed grow up, for him and shit

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