[Featuring La The Darkman]
Intro:
Word up!
yeah! La The Darkman youknowhatI`msayin`
word up! takin` you on this expedition tropicanty
word up! the underworld mission
youknowhatI`msayin`
revolution yo
check it out yo
Chorus:
The La`s invincible
you thug cats i`ma stab on pricipal
better off dead workin` with a glass go ahead
you got star dream on a corner drinkin` gasoline
my man threw you up in a fiend no contest
Dunn i`m bless and knew a devil in a blue dress
Dunn i`m bless and you a devil in a blue dress
Verse One:
YouknowhatI`msayin`, word up! La the Dark...
yo, this brilliant companion peace to the original
approach my slang and end up in critical condition
when I let my shell I ain`t missin`
technician, you get stabbed back in position
I know that money bring bitches and bitches on to be trusted
some rappers sniff coke and others be gettin` dusted
city lights, a minute with new books to read
I feed my man lock down, my physicals and my seeds
I ain`t got shit, while you rap niggas be playin` wigs
and you the Vegas in the ditch, makin` life cold switch
I`m invincible, you get dead before you start
my night for sharp, push raps spikes to your art
La fight dirty, I strike first I snatch it a purse
inside my verse, takin` to the edge of the earth
and throw you over, son you drunk I smack you sober
assassin, blastin` enough your range rover
Chorus
Verse Two:
triple darkness, yo, expedition
yo, i`m from a long weeded stick up
kids, coke and hustlers
gars for cars, strong arms, Tech dusters
the streets got me in a ocean deep
Khuan i`m leap, a bum told me life is cheap
my lyric`s dancin`, lamp and eatin` fish in a Wu mansion
apart place i`ma dance and only my wiz i`m romancin`
hostted all you chicken niggas get rosted
I read manuscrip in 97 whips hells is tosted
I say some my minute your Benz and get benit
my guns get more open than a enveloppe with money in it
where I live it`s only crack, fiends and dirty jeans
shorties on the block with the platinum drug dream
everything in our seems I got bagged at 14
on a highway runin` guns outta New Orleans
it`s La, what you think them niggas trimbellin` pink
stumblelin` you a cat to turn tough on a drink
keepin` you lifted remenisce on what Chris did
pull out the mac and shop for a cat in a scebelian
right in front of the buildin` with kids playin`, Shelly`s playin`
on the second floor Shelly mom`s prayin`
got cough by a stray in a window in broad day
and she die, fucked up and had to be that way
it was a drunk nigga who done it
word up! youknowhatI`msayin`, yo
Chorus
Outro:
Word up!
La Trapicanty, youknowhatI`msayin`
you kids better walk straight and masked that you high
youknowhatI`msayin` or you be the next to die
word up! sendin` hands to our live
YouknowhatI`msayin` word up!
triple darkness
supreme, word up!
power for my whole unit
