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letra de how it goes - la the darkman

[intro: la the darkman]
yo, yo, yo (5x)
yeah, yeah, la the darkman
8th wonder, top of the world, n-gga
yeah, sing sing, peach playin -ss n-ggas
k!llas, yeah
uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
uh huh, yeah

[chorus: la the darkman]
in these wild ghetto streets, this is how it goes
smoke la, pack guns, plot up in my foes
and range rovs, rockin jewels, artica folds
2000, it’s still throw holes in clothes

[la the darkman]
you n-ggas lame, real game, recognize game
some get hed, my d-ck long, i get brain
when i was broke, smoke weed on the train
now puff in the gs4, dead float like a plane
platinum watch and platinum chain
four pound plastic glock, how dogs get trained
jackets get stained, shirts get stained, jewels get stained
by a murderer, squeazin the flame, screamin for fame
tombstones engrave ya name at ya funeral in rain
old folks say cracks the blame, while they act insane
and pack the game, c-ck and aim, blow out ya brain
jump in the range, back to the grain, it’s wu-tang
ain’t sh-t change, but gettin rich, b-tch to b-tch
whips to switch, new outfits for new out hits
i’m raw like no condom, f-ckin a wh0r-
on some real sh-t, takin ya f-ggots to war
back in s.o.’s, how we smack on dress holds
at the tunnel, givin buck 50 in bundles
it’s 2000, no more wowzin, no more browsin
my k!llas blood thirsty outta project housing
the body kid, shotty kids, red dotted kids
my crew from bk, wild out like gotti kid
f-ck guliani bids, and consequences
i’m hoppin fences, jumped them bences
d.t.’s missin in these trenches
i wear all black, black gats
only thing white on me, dunn, is my t–th and my crack
my money’s green, my weed’s real green, my lex is green
i won’t wait, on a mic or a triple beam
my heart like spike lee tell me “do the right thing”
nowaday that mean pullin the thing to take cream
p-ssy, i’m real, from bronxville to brownsville
queens, to manhattan, l.i. back to staten
i murder you…

[chorus 2x]

[la the darkman]
for the new millenium, i wanna be pushin a new millenium
with bricks in the stash, for safety, about ten of them
my b-tches mad femenime, suckin d-ck like kim and ’em
take ’em to the condo, constantly bended them
i’m rusty, for f-ggot n-ggas that wanna bust me
trust me, i only run with wolves, you can’t touch me
plus me, knowledge i got, just can’t explain
street value, worth 50 pounds of cocaine
i reign like a bullet comin from john wayne
black male, society failed to obtain
i got big b-lls, big brains, big trucks, big chains
my wounds paint a picture, the c-ssette’s the frame
i’m iller than one n-gga tryin to rob a whole train
look at america thru the eyes of saddam hussein
if a sl-t wanna f-ck, me and my n-ggas, weren’t trainin
it’s 2000, but in the hood, sh-t’s the same, n-gga

[chorus 2x]

[outro: la the darkman]
trapacanti, the streets for real
trapacanti, trapacanti
la trapacanti

- la the darkman

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