Lucci

[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]