Now Y - LA the Darkman.mp3

[00:00.00] 作曲 : Lason Jackson
[00:04.62]Yeah. Yeah.
[00:08.07]Yo. Yo. Yo.
[00:08.67]Trapacanti.
[00:09.66]Yo. [Chorus: La The Darkman]
[00:11.64]When I walk these streets, like bamboo,
[00:13.83]I'm strapped
[00:14.49]Get your brain tapped by fourty-four caliber gats
[00:17.34]It ain't like that, cats gotta learn to relax
[00:20.40]If I let the gun clap, you have no wish, you're on your ass [La The Darkman]
[00:23.40]If you see at cat without his vest hangin by his neck
[00:26.13]Then La done it,
[00:27.18]I'm tryin to see this benz six-hundred
[00:28.95]With a fly nigga, a gat and cognac getting blunted
[00:31.89]Readin the tablet of my money from the kids that
[00:34.14]I fronted
[00:34.83]You don't want it, shootin slugs outta an armored green lex >
[00:37.65]From four pounds that ****s you up like a plane wreck
[00:40.65]Don't gamble with a tech, car is quicker than the eye
[00:43.50]My style, top secret like a
[00:45.27]Bosnian spy
[00:46.35]Now Y, New
[00:47.40]York have you laced in chalk
[00:49.14]The South
[00:49.71]Bronx, what you thought when we let are guns talk?
[00:52.08]It's bloodsport, the
[00:53.31]Darkman call it like he sees
[00:55.17]Been in buildings, doin eighty in a black m3
[00:57.81]Medallion swingin a linx, costin bount ten g's
[01:00.93]N.Y.C., where killas bust cops at me [Chorus] [La The Darkman]
[01:15.21]New York ain't ****ing players, we live gun sprayers
[01:18.36]Movin crack frm the streets of
[01:19.77]Manhatt' to the
[01:20.52]Himalayans
[01:21.24]Amadeus, why these
[01:22.62]Cali craps tryin to front?
[01:24.03]Ass gotta cut ropes, tryin to bungee jump
[01:27.00]Tight niggas, all white planes roll, we night creepers in bubble coats, eight hundred beapers, force one sneakers
[01:32.76]I stay fly, holdin it down for my block
[01:35.58]What up ock?
[01:36.66]You could get a four-four shot
[01:38.43]And don't think it can't happen cuz you on the
[01:40.68]T.V. rappin
[01:41.52]I sneakin from
[01:42.30]B.X., B.K. and the
[01:43.92]Staten Manhatten and
[01:45.36]Queens jookin kids for rings
[01:47.22]New York,
[01:47.97]New York, the big city of dreams
[01:50.10]Some rap legends were put in jail, you thought we failed
[01:53.10]Now I'm back like
[01:53.79]LL, when he was rockin the bells
[01:55.77]Takin rap back to the days of foodstamps and tramps
[01:58.80]Pit stains in the stair case and vise-grip clamps
[02:01.74]Kid, I'm amped, cats try to diss the originators
[02:04.56]In Land Cruisers, on
[02:05.73]Timbs, subways and elevators
[02:07.47]Holding steel, you fronting niggas better get real
[02:10.29]I'm gettin money, blow my nose with a hundred dollar bill
[02:13.23]How you feel?
[02:14.16]And niggas where you at, it's where you from
[02:16.26]To that cats, that's eighty-five: blind, deaf and dumb
[02:18.96]Run and get your gun,
[02:20.16]I come in the name of
[02:21.21]**** To my people, the
[02:23.07]Inglewood family swine, power refined
[02:25.92]You can't see, we runnin outta time
[02:27.84]If the east and west kill eachother, who gon' ****ne?
[02:30.54]We losing our mind, the rap shit is turnin into crime
[02:33.60]Nowadays soft niggas bust techs and nines
[02:36.30]So, what?