| Word up!
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| Yeah! |
| La The Darkman youknowhatI’msayin'
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| Word up! |
| takin' you on this expedition, tropicanty
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| Word up! |
| the underworld mission
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| YouknowhatI’msayin'
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| Revolution, yo
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| Check it out, yo
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| The La’s invincible
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| You thug cats I’mma stab on pricipal
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| Better off dead workin' with a glass, go ahead
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| You got star dream on a corner drinkin' gasoline
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| My man threw you up in a fiend no contest
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| Dunn I’m bless and knew a devil in a blue dress
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| Dunn I’m bless and you a devil in a blue dress
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| Verse One:
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| YouknowhatI’msayin', word up! |
| La the Dark…
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| Yo, this brilliant companion peace to the original
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| Approach my slang and end up in critical condition
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| When I let my shell I ain’t missin'
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| Technician, you get stabbed back in position
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| I know that money bring bitches and bitches on to be trusted
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| Some rappers sniff coke and others be gettin' dusted
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| City lights, a minute with new books to read
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| I feed my man lock down, my physicals and my seeds
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| I ain’t got shit, while you rap niggas be playin' wigs
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| And you the Vegas in the ditch, makin' life cold switch
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| I’m invincible, you get dead before you start
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| My night for sharp, push raps spikes to your art
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| La fight dirty, I strike first I snatch it a purse
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| Inside my verse, takin' to the edge of the earth
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| And throw you over, son you drunk I smack you sober
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| Assassin, blastin' enough your range rover
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| Verse Two:
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| Triple darkness, yo, expedition
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| Yo, I’m from a long weeded stick up
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| Kids, coke and hustlers
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| Gars for cars, strong arms, Tech dusters
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| The streets got me in a ocean deep
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| Khuan I’m leap, a bum told me life is cheap
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| My lyric’s dancin', lamp and eatin' fish in a Wu mansion
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| Apart place I’mma dance and only my wiz I’m romancin'
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| Hostted all you chicken niggas get rosted
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| I read manuscrip in 97 whips hells is tosted
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| I say some my minute your Benz and get benit
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| My guns get more open than a enveloppe with money in it
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| Where I live it’s only crack, fiends and dirty jeans
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| Shorties on the block with the platinum drug dream
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| Everything in our seems I got bagged at 14
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| On a highway runin' guns outta New Orleans
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| It’s La, what you think them niggas trimbellin' pink
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| Stumblelin' you a cat to turn tough on a drink
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| Keepin' you lifted remenisce on what Chris did
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| Pull out the mac and shop for a cat in a scebelian
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| Right in front of the buildin' with kids playin', shells is sprayin'
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| On the second floor Shelly mom’s prayin'
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| Got cough by a stray in a window in broad day
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| And she die, fucked up and had to be that way
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| It was a drunk nigga who done it
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| Word up! |
| youknowhatI’msayin', yo
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| Outro:
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| Word up!
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| La Trapicanty, youknowhatI’msayin'
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| You kids better walk straight and masked that you high
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| YouknowhatI’msayin' or you be the next to die
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| Word up! |
| sendin' hands to our live
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| YouknowhatI’msayin' word up!
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| Triple darkness
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| Supreme, word up!
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| Power for my whole unit |