Lucci

[Intro: La the Darkman]<br>Gun rule. We gon` make this spicy.<br>It`s La Trapacanty right here.<br>You know? And we gon` do it like this.<br>Yeah. Darkman.<br><br>[La the Darkman]<br>Yo, yo, watch the Corleone give neck ties and puff bones<br>Stick arabs for the crystals like Indiana Jones<br>Witness, La, hands of stone, on this action packed odessey<br>Majesty, livin out the golden book prophecy<br>Unstoppable, Iron Shiek of rap speaks<br>Blaze a tree in the street, blue and grey benz jeep<br>Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon<br>Two thousand-five lyrics, you`ll catch on soon<br>New entrepreneur, no match to go to war<br>On tour, blowin smoke out the four by four<br>Enjoyin life, I don`t know a man who live twice<br>Cee-Lo, king, rollin dice, holdin Glaciers of Ice<br>Playin ninety-seven matten at the loft of Manhatten<br>While I get blitzed and rich, watch him run short flicks<br>With a bad chick, La been raw since eighty-six<br>On the block, new kicks with chalk and skunk mitts<br>Son, i`m fortunate to still be here, shells is close<br>City Lights, La The Dark, stay conceilin the toast<br>Cuz thieves who decieve get loot the most<br>But thieves that see me are left Holy as the Ghost<br><br>[Chorus x2: La the Darkman]<br>For that lucci, it`s all about that lucci<br>For that lucci, it`s all about that<br>Gettin money in many ways in these lasy days<br>With Venom written wisdom, I have to say crime pays<br><br>[La the Darkman]<br>I`d rather die if I`m not livin fly, Now Y<br>Can`t get a job with a corporate, fuck it, I`m gettin high<br>Suicide commited in cells, dwellers square as hell<br>Children can`t have a chance with impairable bells<br>Sufferin in a jail, I only recognize a soul<br>Reach one with a cold force, gon` be the one that have to be told<br>Behold the son of God with a scroll<br>Flame throwin lyrics, niggaz better stop, drop and roll<br>Lyrics is gold, Darkman pushin up in the land<br>Hit a spot fot a Rolex watch, two thousand grams<br>Now dip, cuz loose lip shorts ain`t shit<br>But in this drug rap, I bang like the Bloods and the Crips<br>Guns and clips seen to make my state rotate<br>Stayin close to a hornet, drinkin, bustin that jake<br>Holdin my weight, now a purchase `bout to case<br>When I coke `em and drop `em it equal Cali earthquakes<br>I escape, baggin worth, pawn porcelain plates<br>Get ill like Al Capone after sniffin that ape<br>And my state from the halls of Hell<br>Sing-sing stick a spear through your chest like an ear and an earring<br><br>[Chorus]<br><br>[La the Darkman]<br>Niggaz and sneakers and over-night night crawler creapers<br>Cake junkies on the Jones plannin a heist to get ya speakers<br>In that Acura, same soldiers attackin ya<br>Desert camellion, no civilian, better know as Dracula<br>Seven, I`m `bout to see about a half a mil`<br>With twenty niggaz perfectin in Kung Fu skills<br>And fuck bitches, they only want they name on my will<br>And all you half-ass rappers, kid, you need to be killed<br>My shit is ill, the eels gave birth to my friend<br>I represent on all tracks like the number four train<br>Maintain, it`s all about the cheese you gain<br>I get the studies, then the money and the bitches, fuck the fame<br><br>[Chorus]