[Chrous; La the Darkman]
Streets, life about cream and whips
Sales with the chip, big and guns and big clip
A dime piece to strip and more bricks to flip
What?

[La the Darkman]
Yo, we deal with lucci, knowledge, bitches that go to college
Niggas bubblin bricks, that see twenty million dollars
I'm fell, gun in my waist, tight belt
New Yorks streets hot, the bottom of my wallet melt
I need wealth, come from Allah by my self
Blessed with food, clothes and health
Big whips, shorties say I've got a big dick
My first video I rocked 20 outfits
The Benz 6, got me want to flip ten bricks
VCR head rest, watchin' Scarface flicks
I politic with ex-cons, old cats, drug dons
Nigags thats gonna take a arm for an arm
I move calm as in line with Jew, black or Buddha
Solid as a basehead suckin' on his hooter
Cuz Cash Rules, thats why I study new jewels
And keep tools to create blood pools
With new crews, rappers on my territory
Cock back the 5th and I make 'em history
Remember him, the kid with the big Jesus emblem
Few shells from the toast had his bones tremblin
My chrome BM, radiate off the sun
For my sing sing city, The Streets of Brooklyn
Michigan, Gun Rule say La too cool
And the Bloods out in Cali say La's a fool
I'm international, rap spitter, gat spitter
Drug dealer, every dice game winner
Which street raps, all that bullshit you peep that
I rhyme for my niggas on the corner that keep gats
And school cats, niggas incarcerated
All praised due to Allah cuz I made it

Chorus x2

[La the Darkman]
Sometimes I cop a bone, zonin', my self form roamin'
Paint the new world and the government moanin'
It's planes, trains and automobiles
Coccaine, crack, little kids get killed
I'm in story, cuz jewels of life are important
Hip hop need me like they emulatin' Jordan
I listen to the fly rap politician
This family tradition to be a mathematician
I use my street vision to keep me out of prison
The Feds run and hit me but they handcuffs is missin'
I'm swiftin', criminal minded
85% of the world is blinded
or in jail, I'm in the S.E.L., playin' Maxwell
Lead down the windows to kill, the smoke smell
I've seen niggas with cash an' all that
In the club on the flash and all that
Outside the club gettin' blasted all that
Ya know how my team go dun

Chorus x2

[Outro: La the Darkman]
Trapacanti, it's the Darkman era
Look up to all my niggas locked down
Word up, can't gun her
Hannah Montana, nah'mean
Night Drug, Pink Rat, Big E
PR, Shotti Screwface, yeah
Tom Duke, mad at music yeah