Lucci lyrics

Artist  : La The Darkman 
Song : Lucci



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[Intro: La the Darkman]
Gun rule. We gon' make
this spicy.
It's La Trapacanty right
here.
You know? And we gon' do it like
this.
Yeah. Darkman.

[La the
Darkman]
Yo yo watch the Corleone give neck
ties and puff bones
Stick arabs for the
crystals like Indiana Jones
Witness La hands
of stone on this action packed odessey
Majesty
livin out the golden book prophecy
Unstoppable
Iron Shiek of rap speaks
Blaze a tree in the
street, blue and grey benz jeep
Tazmanian,
rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two thousand-five lyrics,
you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, no match
to go to war
On tour, blowin smoke out the four
by four
Enjoyin life, I don't know a man who
live twice
Cee-Lo, king, rollin dice, holdin
Glaciers of Ice
Playin ninety-seven matten at
the loft of Manhatten
While I get blitzed and
rich, watch him run short flicks
With a bad
chick, La been raw since eighty-six
On the
block, new kicks with chalk and skunk
mitts
Son, i'm fortunate to still be here,
shells is close
City Lights, La The Dark, stay
conceilin the toast
Cuz thieves who decieve get
loot the most
But thieves that see me are left
Holy as the Ghost

[Chorus x2: La the
Darkman]
For that lucci, it's all about that
lucci
For that lucci, it's all about
that
Gettin money in many ways in these lasy
days
With Venom written wisdom, I have to say
crime pays

[La the Darkman]
I'd rather
die if I'm not livin fly, Now Y
Can't get a
job with a corporate, fuck it, I'm gettin
high
Suicide commited in cells, dwellers
square as hell
Children can't have a chance
with impairable bells
Sufferin in a jail, I
only recognize a soul
Reach one with a cold
force, gon' be the one that have to be
told
Behold the son of God with a
scroll
Flame throwin lyrics, niggaz better
stop, drop and roll
Lyrics is gold, Darkman
pushin up in the land
Hit a spot fot a Rolex
watch, two thousand grams
Now dip, cuz loose
lip shorts ain't shit
But in this drug rap, I
bang like the Bloods and the Crips
Guns and
clips seen to make my state rotate
Stayin
close to a hornet, drinkin, bustin that
jake
Holdin my weight, now a purchase 'bout to
case
When I coke 'em and drop 'em it equal Cali
earthquakes
I escape, baggin worth, pawn
porcelain plates
Get ill like Al Capone after
sniffin that ape
And my state from the halls
of Hell
Sing-sing stick a spear through your
chest like an ear and an
earring

[Chorus]

[La the
Darkman]
Niggaz and sneakers and over-night
night crawler creapers
Cake junkies on the
Jones plannin a heist to get ya speakers
In
that Acura, same soldiers attackin ya
Desert
camellion, no civilian, better know as
Dracula
Seven, I'm 'bout to see about a half a
mil'
With twenty niggaz perfectin in Kung Fu
skills
And fuck bitches, they only want they
name on my will
And all you half-ass rappers,
kid, you need to be killed
My shit is ill, the
eels gave birth to my friend
I represent on all
tracks like the number four train
Maintain,
it's all about the cheese you gain
I get the
studies, then the money and the bitches, fuck the
fame

[Chorus]