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Gun Rule- La The Darkman -Yo, yo, yo Once, once again Know what Im saying? Chorus: Darkman stay on the street with a tool For these devil worshippers wit gats and these ignorant fools Find yourself in the hustle rocking free mint shoes Middle week, michigan brand rap and gun rule Verse 1: Me and my man contemplating on these future operations For night clubs two four shit packed like cases Im nineteen paid young can only get better Got cheese in the war trying to be enormous cheddar Fuck a fugees sweater stay wu-wear fly polo Pepe jeans new boots kid labelled in solo Rolled my dolo, killed from the east Me and reef left them twenty hour stole four bricks 100 gs Twenty-five a piece straight in they mind thats what its like Peace to my man ted who got hit on new jerseys turnpike I send a kite, wit a hundred in your money order Hol it down in your cage see you back at headquarters Everything is fine la blow spots like landmines Do the knowledge as I kick seven deadly signs >from the glock thatll make city streets boom dock The industry is calling me like cookie wit rocks And I cant stop, cocoa plants grow in large crops Darkman east coast hip hop pad lock Im determined to kill the mic like jews and germans Shoot a shell through your chest and leave your rib-cage burnin While you smiling I got forty-five to life on rappers island 49507 what you dialling, fight faster pushing up deluxe dutchmaster Enter my potential of script it might flash you, Wit impact, of a two hundred pound wind, See you chased by wu-wolves wit no way to escape Do it from the mouth, crush bones cause this is my house And Im prejudice give mark clayman like whiteys down south Chorus Verse 2: Aiyyo, Im hungry like 3 lions starving in a crack house Wid guns galore taking jakes to war Dont challenge the score from here to van couver I stand wit this lex luger stashed in the couger Going through you like needles from phds On any demon, drunken wit 41 thieves, Crack fiends drug dealers and killers run the block 3 thieves wid binoculars surveillance to drop A credit dot little nookie got hit wid a shot >from a 4-4 calibre government glock in front of the shop Equivalent to gun galleries I better keep the eye locked Show and prove Im doing gs trying to teach these 100 gs If I hol nines I freaked it, To getting all this money is a ancient chinese secret The liquid, la can sit down like a precint Im flippin on you mcs for no fucking reason Chorus Yeah, you know what time it is Gun rules, you know what Im sayin? Yo, word up, yo, yo Verse 3: I spent about 20 gs on weed as I proceed To grow up fill my weight 100 gs Stacking loot, known to kept blood on my boots Trapacane burning blazing outta fifth hundred coupes So what you stupe? , I freezin ya blind to sub-zero And kept all devil killers like robert shapiro The la brings action packed heat like de niro Im ancient in this rap shit king like a pharoah A terror, terminatin false niggas style Kill a man, his woman, mc and his child Shit is wild I hold niggas hostage like rikers isle Gotta deceptive, murderous money gettin smile Im the judge while you on trial supreme, killa bee A serpent la can bite the whole industry ..motherfucker Darkman stay on the streets wit a tool For these devil worshipping gat slingers and ignorant fools Find yourself in the hustle rocking free mint shoes Middle week, michigan brand rap and gun rule Gun rule, gun rule Chorus Triple darkness Sing-sing |
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