[intro: la the darkman]
Yo, yo, yo (5x)
Yeah, yeah, la the darkman
8th wonder, top of the world, n***a
Yeah, sing sing, peach playin a** n***as
k**as, yeah
Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh
Uh huh, yeah
[chorus: la the darkman]
In these wild ghetto streets, this is how it goes
Smoke la, pack guns, plot up in my foes
And range rovs, rockin j**els, artica folds
2000, it's still throw holes in clothes
[la the darkman]
You n***as lame, real game, recognize game
Some get hed, my dick long, i get brain
When i was broke, smoke weed on the train
Now puff in the gs4, dead float like a plane
Platinum watch and platinum chain
Four pound plastic glock, how dogs get trained
Jackets get stained, shirts get stained, j**els get stained
By a murderer, squeazin the flame, screamin for fame
Tombstones engrave ya name at ya funeral in rain
Old folks say cracks the blame, while they act insane
And pack the game, co*k and aim, blow out ya brain
Jump in the range, back to the grain, it's wu-tang
Ain't sh** change, but gettin rich, b**h to b**h
Whips to switch, new outfits for new out hits
I'm raw like no condom, f**in a who*e
On some real sh**, takin ya f*ggots to war
Back in s.o.'s, how we smack on dress holds
At the tunnel, givin buck 50 in bundles
It's 2000, no more wowzin, no more browsin
My k**as blood thirsty outta project housing
The body kid, shotty kids, red dotted kids
My crew from bk, wild out like gotti kid
f** guliani bids, and consequences
I'm hoppin fences, jumped them bences
D.t.'s missin in these trenches
I wear all black, black gats
Only thing white on me, dunn, is my teeth and my crack
My money's green, my weed's real green, my lex is green
I won't wait, on a mic or a triple beam
My heart like spike lee tell me "do the right thing"
Nowaday that mean pullin the thing to take cream
p**y, i'm real, from bronxville to brownsville
Queens, to manhattan, l.i. back to staten
I murder you...
[chorus 2x]
[la the darkman]
For the new millenium, i wanna be pushin a new millenium
With bricks in the stash, for safety, about ten of them
My b**hes mad femenime, s**in dick like kim and 'em
Take 'em to the condo, constantly bended them
I'm rusty, for f*ggot n***as that wanna bust me
Trust me, i only run with wolves, you can't touch me
Plus me, knowledge i got, just can't explain
Street value, worth 50 pounds of c**aine
I reign like a bullet comin from john wayne
Black male, society failed to obtain
I got big balls, big brains, big trucks, big chains
My wounds paint a picture, the ca**ette's the frame
I'm iller than one n***a tryin to rob a whole train
Look at america thru the eyes of saddam hussein
If a s*ut wanna f**, me and my n***as, weren't trainin
It's 2000, but in the hood, sh**'s the same, n***a
[chorus 2x]
[outro: la the darkman]
Trapacanti, the streets for real
Trapacanti, trapacanti
La trapacanti