Текст (слова) песни: LA The Darkman f Shotti Screwface - 4 Souls

 
Intro: 
 
This is how we goin` do 
We goin` do this right 
Word, word is bond 
Know what I`m sayin` 
This is LA wid the track 
Know what I`m sayin 
You know how we do 
Word up, yo 
Let Dark pass no stunting 
-From the real 
Better get your 4 pound God 
Let`s proceed 
Yo, what yo, yo 
 
Verse 1: LA 
 
I run up on rap like Boo Smith on a hatchback 
Put my patch down cause a head crack 
I`m trapped, in a hole filled with guns and drugs 
Three-headers, nothing better 5% and thugs 
Style tight like O.J. gloves 
Niggas state to state take a bug 
`Cause I burn rich niggaz who will hide slugs 
It`s the coke that got me caught, 
in this dead train of thought 
We stepped the coroner theft law from the Bronx New York 
Holding a pitchfork for cream 
Eyes on high beam, 13 
Cooking up coke, selling as dope fiends 
Now realise my anger as I craft my chamber 
With no parental vision made a fucking head-banger 
Who`s in change a, you dis this judge you get finished 
Disrespect Darkman you get slapped with a Guiness 
Kid spin it, baby MC`s I`m just choking `em 
My shit hits the town like 300 pounds of opium 
What, turbulence which is your first defence 
Scripts stay scrapped to kill an action-packed defence 
Cocoa plants, I payed the cost in a loft 
Now lyrically candy topping niggas and buttered soft 
As the holocaust 
 
Verse 2: Shotti 
 
Prepare for the killin` shield 
Sight you lose to nightmares 
Stan man and my desert ??? 
Then I slip to the US, and then, 
The battle thought you had me screw-finched hologrammed 
You can stick it to death 
Talk means you scot 
Einstein dangerous mind 
2 heads and 4 eyes 
This man X, 
I`m known when I`m off my shift 
Scarf on my waist pull then I`ll scorch your face 
I`m like a copy-cat killer 
Born for strangling niggas 
Then pull figures 
Receive and rob the spot like Dillinger 
Settle cap like ??? 
I`m saber-toothed coming at you 
Forfeit the minds can`t win wit` no .22 
Get nuke and henny rock 80 proof 
In the hood, never sipping while I`m drinking my jewel 
Dance to my ritual, lower you into my seance 
Bitch wearing Avon 
Missing me ?on the rap song? 
I`ll buck, you frontin` wit out that GK bubbly stuff 
Gang games for schools that`s why your whole shit gets laced up 
With the mic as my staff 
I inscribe my witchcraft with full blast 
Buddah cut, shot these screw cats 
 
Verse 3: LA 
 
When I`m lifted 
Rip shit up kid quick I`m busted 
On any demon puffing hizo can`t be trusted 
Lustic lyrical blunts be like mud 
DARKMAN THE KING, lampin` on my throne of blood 
Lynch men, verbal henchmen, kickin` your door in 
Blastin`, rip, flippin` your shit, rippin` your organs 
Triple darkness, lies trap a constant rip juggler 
Snake eyes dedicated undercover smuggler 
As I cut you 
I slice your brain right without the mic 
Vivid literature pictures shine like four nine lights 
Time in space, grab your head-bands, suffocate 
Call me Chester so i had to let 
them rappers I wake on fuck `em break 
I hold crack like your ass 
Lick shots from the techs then jet through the wet grass 
Bubble worth like a bass, 
Darkman instancy, sniff canibus living 
part in the Caribbean Sea 
Through your history the dark scenes will make you ears beam 
Talking `bout hitting rap then sit back and hit your weed 
LA can walk through walls stand straight up in fire 
Look at your eyes look at my eyes pussy 
and tell me who`s higher 
Darkman empire guard you now like a gun 
Loading wid nine rich niggas and I`m bound to be the tenth one 
 
Verse 4: Shotti 
 
Read my jungle 
Got the far eye see shot predator 
Detonator blowin` up city blocks 
Wid` a large watts 
About six clocks 
That`s high potent killers on each corner 
Wid guns ready for smoking 
Six sense Indian head hancho 
Yo my peso got royals that screw Castro 
Operation statement my technique will be an experiment 
For my alliance I catch skins of ten lions 
What you trying tasting this sawed off iron 
Adjustable punk fashion came out your whole batch 
My plan to wrap this town like Saran 
All I need is guns and a few good men 
Shotti, stay like Scarface wid a key to shoot somebody 
Come get me, my fingers dipsy, 
Who`s coming whippy, I`m a yippy 
First enemy who`s stealin` filthy 
Size `em up break `em down I`m guilty 
My sons is wit` me 
Shot like 150 watts and fistful like Kung-Fu plots 
Wid my sing-sing shot 
You form something that can`t be stopped 
Got a glock the fuck up your snot box wid a shot 
What! 
 
Outro: 
 
Sing-sing 
Knaw what I mean 
LA The Darkman 
Shot these fool faced keep your boots laced 
Many many fakes and gun rules 
M-A-D, wealthy 
Killa Bees
 

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