How it Goes

[Intro: La the Darkman]<br>Yo, yo, yo (5X)<br>Yeah, yeah, La the Darkman<br>8th Wonder, top of the world, nigga<br>Yeah, sing sing, peach playin ass niggas<br>Killas, yeah<br>Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh<br>Uh huh, yeah<br><br>[Chorus: La the Darkman]<br>In these wild ghetto streets, this is how it goes<br>Smoke La, pack guns, plot up in my foes<br>And Range Rovs, rockin jewels, artica folds<br>2000, it`s still throw holes in clothes<br><br>[La the Darkman]<br>You niggas lame, real game, recognize game<br>Some get hed, my dick long, I get brain<br>When I was broke, smoke weed on the train<br>Now puff in the GS4, dead float like a plane<br>Platinum watch and platinum chain<br>Four pound plastic glock, how dogs get trained<br>Jackets get stained, shirts get stained, jewels get stained<br>By a murderer, squeazin the flame, screamin for fame<br>Tombstones engrave ya name at ya funeral in rain<br>Old folks say cracks the blame, while they act insane<br>And pack the game, cock and aim, blow out ya brain<br>Jump in the Range, back to the grain, it`s Wu-Tang<br>Ain`t shit change, but gettin rich, bitch to bitch<br>Whips to switch, new outfits for new out hits<br>I`m raw like no condom, fuckin a whore<br>On some real shit, takin ya faggots to war<br>Back in S.O.`s, how we smack on dress holds<br>At The Tunnel, givin buck 50 in bundles<br>It`s 2000, no more wowzin, no more browsin<br>My killas blood thirsty outta project housing<br>The body kid, shotty kids, red dotted kids<br>My crew from BK, wild out like Gotti Kid<br>Fuck Guliani bids, and consequences<br>I`m hoppin fences, jumped them bences<br>D.T.`s missin in these trenches<br>I wear all black, black gats<br>Only thing white on me, dunn, is my teeth and my crack<br>My money`s green, my weed`s real green, my Lex is green<br>I won`t wait, on a mic or a triple beam<br>My heart like Spike Lee tell me "Do The Right Thing"<br>Nowaday that mean pullin the thing to take cream<br>Pussy, I`m real, from Bronxville to Brownsville<br>Queens, to Manhattan, L.I. back to Staten<br>I murder you...<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br><br>[La the Darkman]<br>For the new millenium, I wanna be pushin a new Millenium<br>With bricks in the stash, for safety, about ten of them<br>My bitches mad femenime, suckin dick like Kim and `em<br>Take `em to the condo, constantly bended them<br>I`m rusty, for faggot niggas that wanna bust me<br>Trust me, I only run with wolves, you can`t touch me<br>Plus me, knowledge I got, just can`t explain<br>Street value, worth 50 pounds of cocaine<br>I reign like a bullet comin from John Wayne<br>Black male, society failed to obtain<br>I got big balls, big brains, big trucks, big chains<br>My wounds paint a picture, the cassette`s the frame<br>I`m iller than one nigga tryin to rob a whole train<br>Look at America thru the eyes of Saddam Hussein<br>If a slut wanna fuck, me and my niggas, weren`t trainin<br>It`s 2000, but in the hood, shit`s the same, nigga<br><br>[Chorus 2X]<br><br>[Outro: La the Darkman]<br>Trapacanti, the streets for real<br>Trapacanti, Trapacanti<br>La Trapacanti