Shine

[La the Darkman]

Uh uh, for the niggas in black Vigors

behind the wheel drinkin liquors

Everybody wanna shine

For the niggas rockin Tims, fuck cars and rims

Yo, everybody wanna shine

Yo, my dimensions, possessed, lucci, bitches, cess

Lessons, computers, whips, and bulletproof vests

I can't be done, me and Screwface one on one

I drink wit bums in the slums where I shoot my guns

Enforce ones, up north in the Ac, throw a strap

I got niggas down south, holdin nines in Cadillacs

Lettin trees blow, for niggas sniff snow inside the disco

I hold a big pistol, to crack your brain crystal

Cream like Joe Pisco', I fuck your bitch yo

Right through her piss hole

Long dick like a missle

Split the black dutch, while the bracelet on my wrist glow

Cough if I spit mo', sold my Lex, cop the Benzo

My niggas come outta Sing-Seng buff like Lou Ferrigno

The rhyme sayer, quicker Ruger nine sprayer

Rich lifestyle like a young NBA player

And I'm tied to the mob like that gun, called Tommy

Shoot through your Armani, shoot at Guiliani

Shoot at Illuminati, fuck everbody, it's the Darkman

(understand that right there)

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For the niggas in black Vigors, behind the wheel drinkin liquors

Everbody wanna shine

For the niggas is rockin Tims, fuck cars and rims

Yo, everybody wanna shine

For the niggas that lock downed for bustin caps wit four pounds

Everybody wanna shine

For the niggas in Lexus Cruisers wit cocked back Rugers

Yo, everybody wanna shine

[La the Darkman]

Yo, you wanna be me

Sometimes I'm on the block, sometimes I'm on the TV

My crew's greedy, like Boom Boom Mancini

La's song buy weedy, Swahili, ?Sadeeky?

Professional, hold my toast by my testicals

I used to peddle, but three times two equal the devil

Blinded by the ice, and the savage way of life

To no vale, niggas get money in small scales

Start smokin, like they don't know crack kills

A freak nigga, got turned down by a female

Didn't know he sucked death, when he just inhale

I rap life, cocaine, niggas wit no brain

Sellin crack for fifteen years wit no game

That's a damn shame, check the result of bein broke

Havin no whip, no lab, no money for smoke

He stressed out, really not knowin what life's about

Jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels

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[La the Darkman]

Yo, yo, dunn I'm felt

Gun in my waist, tight belt

New York streets hot, the bottom of my Wallees melt

I need wealth, puffin my lah by myself

Blessed, wit food clothes and health

And big whips, shorties say I got a big dick

My first video, I rock twenty outfits

The Benz 6, got me wanna flip ten bricks

VCR headrest watchin Scarface flicks

I politic, wit ex cons, old cats, drug dons

Niggas that's known to take a arm for a arm

I move calm as a lion of Juddah, black Garbudda

Silent as a basehead, suckin on his hooter

Cuz Cash Rules, that's why I study new jewels

And keep tools, to create blood pools

For new crews, rappers, on my territory

I cock back the fifth, and make em his-tory

Remember him, the kid wit the big Jesus em-blem

Threw shells from the toast, had his bones tremblin

Nigga, I'm the cat y'all be talkin about dunn

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