8th Wundah - How it Goes lyrics

[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