LA The Darkman
Muggs Presents...The Soul Assassins Chapter 1
Devil In A Blue Dress
[LA The Darkman]
Word up, yeah
LA The Darkman youknowI'msayin, word up
Take you on this expedition, tropicanty
Word up, the underworld mission, knowI'msayin
Revolution, yo, check it out yo
Chorus:
The LA's invincible
You thug cats I'ma stab on principle
Better off dead, workin with a glass forehead
You got star dreams on a corner drinkin gasoline
My man threw you up in a fiend no contest
Dunn I'm blessed and you a devil in a blue dress
Dunn I'm blessed and you a devil in a blue dress
YouknowI'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 lick my shells I ain't missin
Technician, you get stabbed back in position
I know that money bring bitches and bitches aren't to be trusted
Some rappers sniff coke and others be gettin dusted
City lights, I'm in it with new books to read
I feed my man locked down, my physicals and my seed
I ain't got shit, while you rap niggas be playin rich
Send you to Vegas in a ditch, makin life cold switch
I'm invincible, you get dead before you start
My knife is sharp, push raps spikes through your heart
LA fight dirty, I strike first like snatchin a purse
Inside my verse, take you to the edge of the Earth
And throw you over, son you drunk I smack you sober
Assassin, blastin up your range rover
Chorus
Triple darkness, yo, expedition, yo
I'm from a long breed of stick up kids, coke and hustlers
Gars, foreign cars, strong arms, Tech tusslers
The streets got me in a hole chin deep
Quantum leap, a bum told me life is cheap
My lyric's dancin, lamp and eatin fish in a Wu mansion
To Park Place I'ma advance, but only my wiz I'm romancin
Boasted, all you chicken niggas get roasted
I read manuscripts in '97 whips, L's is toasted
I said somethin I meant it, your Benz'll get bent-ed
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 dreams
Everything ain't how it seems, I got bagged at 14
On a highway runnin guns outta New Orleans
It's LA, what you think, them niggas tremblin pink
Stumblin, you a cat to turn tough when he drink
Keepin you lifted, reminesce on what Chris did
Pull out the mac and shot five cats in a civilian
Right in front of the buildin with kids playin, shells is sprayin
On the second floor Shelly mom's prayin
Got cough by a stray in a window in broad day
And she died, fucked up it had to be that way
It was a drunk nigga who done it
Word up, youknowI'msayin, yo
Chorus
Word up
LA Tropicanty, youknowI'msayin
You kids better walk straight and master your high
KnowI'msayin or you'll be the next to die
Word up, sendin hands to Allah
KnowI'msayin, word up
Triple darkness, supreme, word up
Power for my whole unit
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