Lock Up The Wolves - Lyrics - The Very Beast of Dio - Dio

Title: Lock Up The Wolves
Album: The Very Beast of Dio
Artist: Dio
Composer(s): Bain Robertson Di

Lyric:
In the houses of the holy
To the middle of the mystic sea
At the cradle of the world
Ooh ooh yea

There's a black cat screamin'
And it's not even midnight, no
At the cradle of the world

They're screaming, "Sanctuary"
They're screaming at you
Lock up the wolves, ooh
Lock up the wolves
Yeah, yeah, yeah

Now there's a cloud over Heaven
And a pain out of Paradise
In your corner of the world

Turn your back on the children
Does it feel like it's colder
In your corner of the world

They're screaming, "Sanctuary"
They're screaming at you
Lock up the wolves
Lock up the wolves, ohh
Lock up the wolves
Lock up the wolves

Don't you let 'em get away
Lock up the wolves
Before you play or it's over
Lock up the wolves
Now don't you let 'em get away
Don't let 'em get away

There's no back door to Heaven
Just a front door to Hell, oh
In this corner of the world

Now if you turn your back on the children
Well you feel it getting colder, aah
In your corner of the world

They're screaming, "Sanctuary"
They're screaming at you, aaa aao
Lock up the wolves, yea
Lock up the wolves
Lock 'em up

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Night Music - Lyrics - Lock up the Wolves - Dio

Title: Night Music
Album: Lock up the Wolves
Artist: Dio
Composer(s): Bain Robertson Ronnie James Dio

Lyric:
Looking on the inside
You're waiting for your life to walk away
Writings on the wall
You just dream forever, forever

Face it, it's another day
And it's gonna be the same tomorrow
The sun is gonna go away
So let it shine on, shine on, yeah, yeah

When you move to the rhythm of shadows
You can hide from the heat of the sun
'Cause if you dance to the beat of the darkness
You burn before the fire's begun
Then comes the night, you come alive

With night music
It keeps spinning around my head
Night music
It's all the things that you never said

And anywhere you are
There's night music
They're playing on night music

So open up your arms
And let the night time in
Say the word and it begins

In the night you're the song and the singer
You can choose what the band's gonna play
Write the words under cover of moonlight, oh
Make some magic with the things that you say
Together we can kill the day

With our night music
You're the singer and I'm the song
Oh, night music
Where's the place we can belong
Playing night music

Oh, here comes the night
You will survive
Dancing in the moonlight
Makes you feel alive

Oh, make it all begin
Just open up the magic
Let the night time in

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Evil On Queen Street - Lyrics - Lock up the Wolves - Dio

Title: Evil On Queen Street
Album: Lock up the Wolves
Artist: Dio
Composer(s): Johansson Cook Ronnie James Dio, Robertson

Lyric:
Spent the night on the road
And never saw the miles go
Running away
I've got to get free from myself

Now stories were made to be told
And here's the one that I know
Oh, I can't hide it anymore
There's evil on Queen Street
Some evil up the road

I saw the house in the dark
It seemed to say, "Come touch me
I've got a heart
Open the door to my soul"

Climb to the top of my stairs
And look into my windows
I can be your wishing well
There's no evil here on Queen Street

Let me in
I can warm in the heat of your fire
It's no permanent sin to be bad
If you're sorry

Let me go
You're a promise that comes from a liar
I don't know
If I ever can wash all the evil away, hey

Struck a match at the dark
It screamed, "No, no I love you"
Together we're strong
You always believed what I'd say, hey

But now the heat of a flame
Starts me to remember
There's no evil, no more evil
No evil on Queen Street

Just some smoke up in the air
No evil, no evil

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Here We Go - Lyrics - Grits

Title: Here We Go
Artist: Grits
Composer(s): Stacy Jones, Ivan Benavides, Otto Price, Richard Granville Blair, Teron David Carter, Ric Robbins

Lyric:
We are gonna play the cut right now
And it's gonna be a very very big hit
[Foreign content]

He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
So round and round we go
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
Aah, here we go

He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
Lockin' down the joint 'til the playa haters shut up
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
Imitate but can't get it, aah, here we go

My brain pattern skip a jiggawatt
No more room in the pan I cook up rhymes in a bigger pot
On a roll, what you figure got
Tricks up my sleeve you won't believe
My story weave to a thicker plot

Words leep off pages hop on stages
We crazy need to be locked in cages
Rah you feel it
Yeah, I'm light skinned vanilla
Comin' at ya like a pack of gorillas

Whole planet gone ape
Understand from afar Nashville to the 'Lone Star State'
Relate indicator instilled in me by men greater
This is where you belong strong you gon' be great

Flaunt clout with a scream and a shout cast out doubt
Fast like a gun blast drawn out
The sounds in leaps and bounds
Flush out clowns creeps and hounds
Foxes and wolves in sheeps gowns

He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
So round and round we go
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
Aah, here we go

He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
Lockin' down the joint 'til the playa haters shut up
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
Imitate but can't get it, aah, here we go

I was born in the cold, moved to the heat
Got used to the flame, now I spit it on beat
I was raised in the womb, groomed by Christ
With a gift to raise souls from the tomb
Please don't assume, we ain't tryna take the slot
Blow the spot, worldwide still parta the plot

Everybody talking 'bout changin' the game
But everything I hear y'all soundin' the same
From the beats to the videos, clothes and look
Same concept for your flows and hook

See these round here they can raise the dead
So come on everybody now bob your head
Y'all need to heed these words from the wise
Rhymes so meaty like, 'Jambalaya'
Got truth for hire, can you stand the fire?
To see you come alive that s my desire now

He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
So round and round we go
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
Aah, here we go

He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
Lockin' down the joint 'til the playa haters shut up
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
Imitate but can't get it, aah, boy looka here

Have you ever heard a dead man talk before?
You ever seen a dead man walk before?
You ever heard dead man lock the flow?
Like these before, we raised the qou'

Now my time flip make time change
You knew another record would hit
Explode and make your brains hang
Peep my language of my dialect
Circulate like a boomerang, man what did you expect?

He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
So round and round we go
He feel it, she feel it, we feel it
Aah, here we go

He gon' get up, she gon' get up, we gon' get up
Lockin' down the joint 'til the playa haters shut up
Take you to outer limits flawless with no gimmicks
Imitate but can't get it, aah, here we go

[Foreign content]
Aah, here we go
Aah, here we go
Aah, here we go

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Born On The Sun - Lyrics - Lock up the Wolves - Dio

Title: Born On The Sun
Album: Lock up the Wolves
Artist: Dio
Composer(s): Bain Appice Robertson Ronnie James Dio

Lyric:
There's a crack in the rainbow
There's a hole in the sky
You believed in something
Now it's just a lie, yeah

No jokes from the jester
Not a laugh from the clown
And your world is upside down, yeah

You can hide in a circle
It's a way to survive
Be another number
At least you'd be alive

Or you can ride with the gypsy
He can take you to hell
And the answer's screaming
In a voice you know so well

You, you're made of fire
Never higher
You were made to run

You, you're burning higher
You've got the fire
You were born on the sun
Get ready to run

So take a walk with the wild one
It's the way that I've found
You can turn it upside down

You, you're made of fire
Never higher
You were made to run

You, you're burning higher
You've got the fire
You were born on the sun

You, you, you, oh you, hey you
You were born on the sun

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Twisted - Lyrics - Lock up the Wolves - Dio

Title: Twisted
Album: Lock up the Wolves
Artist: Dio
Composer(s): Vinny Appice, Bain, Robertson Ronnie James Dio

Lyric:
It's just a matter of time
He was the victim and he never saw the crime
He had invisible eyes
He told you truth but you were sure of it, lies

'Cause he's twisted
He was twisted, all right

He was the fortunate one
He could have pulled the trigger
But he couldn't get the gun
They told him that he was blind
He didn't understand 'cause he could see them inside

Where they were twisted
Oh, so twisted
He could feel it, they were twisted
Twisted up inside

Look inside any window
Come on and see the show
It's the same generation
They set you free
But they just won't let you go, no, no, no, no

Just a matter of time
They told me I was guilty
So I thought I did the crime
I never learned how to cry

And when I told the truth
They were sure it was a lie
Sure that I would cry
Sure of it, sure of it

'Cause I'm so twisted
Well, he's twisted
I'm twisted
She's twisted up inside

They're twisted
We're twisted
And when you're twisted
There's just no place to hide away

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Size 'Em Up - Lyrics - Big L

Title: Size 'Em Up
Artist: Big L
Composer(s): Lamont Coleman, Rondell Edwin Turner

Lyric:
Hey, yo, the streets love me, man an' I love the streets
So I know ya ain't think I was comin' with some fruitcake shit
Ya know me better than that

Ayo, I shoulda been out, I'm deadly when I pull the pin out
Keep frontin', I'ma try yo' chin out, I knocked a lot of men out
I left 'em on the floor spittin' phlegm out
It's either that or I'ma squeeze the gat an' pop ten out

You see codione, ice spinnin', jigged out, white linen
An' if a bitch don't like me, she must like women
Every time I come around, you see your wife grinnin'
Don't be mad 'coz yo' career's in the ninth innin'

It's over now, nigga, leave the game
I'm from the danger zone where emcees get slain
We're thugs that never hesitate to squeeze the flame
We're niggaz, be takin' drugs just to ease the pain

Hustlers flip Cokey, '48 Hours' like Nick Nolte
When I was O.T., your bitch rode me
First day home I dived in it, left her thighs dented
Now that bitch be pagin' me every five minutes

Emcees, I squash an' disgrace, it's all about the Benjis
So why your bills got Washington's face?
A lot of cats be frontin', made singles wit a fifty on top
L tryin' to have the city on lock

Peace to Biggie an' Pac 'coz they really were hot
Rap game, heavy hitters, it's a shame they no longer wit us
Niggaz wanna be L, ladies wanna see L
If I go to jail, you'll wear a shirt sayin', "Free L"

What? Word up, man, them niggaz is hungry
They ready to bite a nigga arm off

All my wolves in the house, are you live or what?
See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us
Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us?
An' the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up

All my wolves in the house, are you live or what?
See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us
Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us?
An' the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up

Ayo, I hear a lot of bitch in your talk
See a lot of switch in your walk
Only thugs get rich in New York, time is runnin' out
Niggaz like, "L, when you comin' out?"
Because they sick of all this drag queen shit

Your wife's missin', I'm the nigga she was last seen wit
Me an' Ron hit it up on some tag team shit
A buncha niggaz got smoked for the cash
Used to ride Greyhounds wit dime holes
An' stuff the Coke in they ass

Crazy beef's got provoked in the past, lot of wigs got split
A lot of innocent kids got hit
Harlem World be the place of my birth, believe me, son
We breed the smoothest niggaz on the face of the Earth

Mics, I steadily smoke, rhymes, cleverly wrote
As long as I can rock a crowd, I'ma never be broke
Some hoes treated me like a bum nerve, when I was unheard
Now I'm icey, I ain't gotta say one word, you dumb bird

I push whips while you walk all day
An' I hate when strange niggaz wanna talk all day
Clown ass, shit, hate to be around that shit
You don't know me, just say
?Wassup? Gimme a pound?, that's it

When I was at the steak house, pullin' cake out
You was at some cheap Chinese shit
Gettin' take out, how you make out?
You took the fake route, you oughta break out
You couldn't get a bitch before you put your tape out

What? Fuckin' punks
Niggaz like you will get robbed everyday

All my wolves in the house, are you live or what?
See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us
Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us?
An' the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up

All my wolves in the house, are you live or what?
See, Harlem 'bout to get it, all eyes on us
Only ghetto niggaz shine, who gon' rise wit us?
An' the first cat who act, we gon' size 'em up

Yeah, Flamboyant Entertainment
Big L, Rondell, C Town, NFL, you know how we do
One time, can't forget my partner, Big brother, Big Lee
Holdin' it down, The Overseer, Flamboyant

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Walk On Water - Lyrics - Lock up the Wolves - Dio

Title: Walk On Water
Album: Lock up the Wolves
Artist: Dio
Composer(s): Bain Appice Robertson Di

Lyric:
He's just an ordinary man
No, he's never gonna live forever
So he takes it where he can

Too many nights without a day
For the sake of being clever
He almost lost his way

He always thought that he could fly
Till he was shot down from the sky

You can't walk on water, don't try
You can't walk on water, my, my, my

They say there's ice inside his veins
He's the man of a thousand faces
Silver spoons and golden chains

He thought his heart was made of steel
But it never started pounding
Till they strapped him to the wheel

He always thought that he could fly
Till he was shot down from the sky
No matter what you try

You can't walk on water, my, my
Can't walk on water, don't let me try

Somebody said we'll make him strong
He can give us all the answers
Tell us right and show us wrong

If you believe it, it's no lie
And there is an end to summer
'Cause the winter makes it die

We never looked above his head
And so he missed the things they said, yeah
He always thought that he could fly
Until they shot him from the sky
No matter how you try

You can't walk on water
Can't burn the sun
Can't walk on water
Can't walk on water

You can't, you can't, you can't
You can't, you can't walk on water
Walk on water, walk on water, don't try now

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Drunk By Myself - Lyrics - The Lost Tapes - Nas

Title: Drunk By Myself
Album: The Lost Tapes
Artist: Nas
Composer(s): Samuel Barnes, Al West, Jean Claude Olivier, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
Uhh, uhh, Where am I going?
Where am I? Where the hell am I? Yo, it's ill

Yo my wife's tired of fuckin' me life tries duckin' me
Luckily I find 'em just at the right time
Mack in my right arm, tequila bottle in my left arm like Cristian
Watching my life go, can't do myself in

Wolves in the night yo, hells men two revolvers I can let twelve spin
Hop in my Benz, push it to the limit
Buck-sixty, who wit' me? My cris, two well
Twisted blunts and inner conscience telling me that I ain't shit

No matter how much cash I sit with still gotta ask the lord for forgiveness
My precious, baby, girl, came like forty nights of rain
To replenish my adolescent brain
Blessed be her name, before her birth I was insane
So I drive to cool the pressure down, delay the pain

I ate from these poisonous, fucked up streets
Tasted larceny, it was sweet, I starved for more to eat
Though I took, that was to live, hope God'll forgive
As odd as it is, the more I gain the harder it is

To maintain, bitches playin' games
Niggas snitchin', I ain't saying names
But y'all niggas better watch how y'all slang
Lost so many close niggas, drunk almost crashed

I'm going too fast, highway patrol will just flash
Lights in my rear view, if they stop me, I hope they lock me
Instead they speed ahead, yo nigga watch me

I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Prayin' no car speed by for me to crash to

Steering wheel in my hand, tryin' to hold it steady
Anythin' in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone, drunk by myself

Heard niggas hate me, but I hated too once
Been in the shoes of a wolf in a night when he hunts
For every shell niggas bust, we bust at ourselves
Can't tell these niggas nothin' though

Bullets wak'em up well, take 'em to hell
Stick up niggas once ran up on me
My deckited lifestyle attracted sharks on me
I ain't your mark homey

It's hard to look straight, my foot on the brake
Spilling my bottle not even shook of the Jakes
Could hardly look both ways, put out the haze blurry vision
Think about the time in my life before I was on television

Hello women, jealous niggas up in my vision
Since we all hood niggas expect kilos
For what they not seeing is police expect Rico
Only if I could take care of everybody, intoxicated
Windows up blastin' AC going wherever instinct takes me
I hate it when I'm like this, the bottle's my accomplice

I'm drunk by myself, gun under my seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Prayin' no car speed by for me to crash to

Steering wheel in my hand, tryin' to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
'Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself alone in the zone, drunk by myself

The reason that I want to be alone
Tired of all the things that went wrong
That would have went right if I would have did it on my own
Take another swig, the more I drink, the more I think bad thoughts

Fake friends who hung around who wanna bring you down
Not knowin' who to trust, rumors about niggas comin' through
Supposedly to shoot at us, not knowin' what was true
Or what to believe, that's why I'm on the low lately

Choosin' a Henny bottle over a friend
Drivin' again to keep my mind off that weak shit
There's love through it all, things to live for
I swerve, almost crash into a wall

Think about the good, find myself laughin'
Turn the cell off, no way to be reached
Know I'm near my crib, trying to see my way through the streets
Reminded of the positive, I take my drunk ass home
Start feeling out of it, can't wait to get out of this whip
Bring my ass to the crib, I'm tired

When I'm drunk by myself, gun under the seat
I don't want none of my peeps caught up in none of my beef
I'ma ride to the end of the road if I have to
Prayin' no car speed by for me to crash to

Steering wheel in my hand, tryin' to hold it steady
Anything in my way is dead
Cause that's the way I feel, I am already
When I'm drunk by myself all alone in the zone, drunk by myself

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Clap - Lyrics - Infamy - Mobb Deep

Title: Clap
Album: Infamy
Artist: Mobb Deep
Composer(s): Kejuan Muchita, Albert Johnson, J Williams

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Lyric:
Clap

Yo, some niggas need the Henney to endure the drama
All I need is information on your crib and armour
When it comes to creepin' niggas know that I'm the father
Need guns get your own gats and never charter
Like a fucked up barber I push your wig farther
Pull strings have you gettin' clapped and things
My gat is freaky to lick more than any shorty's tongue ring
Any nigga threatenin' my life's a done deal

Watch a bitch get her fill
Then she snitch and squeal
Blow a nigga have 'em leakin' to the court of appeal
Serchin' for Hav is like a search through fog
How you like to make a last pit stop at the morgue
Niggas wanna spread their wings then I'm clippin' 'em off
Niggas wanna spread rumors I shoot their mouth off
And clap a bastard in the first degree

Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
And clap a bastard in the first degree

Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
And clap a nigga in the first degree

Yo, yo, you 'bout to be another dead rapper but who know
Maybe its us, maybe its them other crews
We'll see, 'til then, all I know is how to get the guns in
And give it to a nigga good when he startin'
Fuck that, fuck y'all, fuck all of this shit
Y'all better protect that boy, I'll murder that kid
You got jokes but ain't nobody over here laughin'
All you get is standin' ovation with mack 10's

45ths and more shit we applaud it
Niggas runnin' wit cops, scared to go to war with
Some real rap niggas, we'll catch you at the source awards
From gettin' at this nigga, pardon my force
You better get from around that nigga or you catchin' it too
Your power is no match for my strength of wolves
Nigga we came into this game on this drama shit
More money more murder that's how we live it

More diamonds more guns is the beginnin'
More of this gangsta shit can wear you out
Niggas see my gold max and you went all out
I clap a bastard in the first degree

Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
And clap a bastard in the first degree

Degree in drama knowledge, you nigga just pay the homage
You niggas should be abolished for that rappin' ass garbage
To me, you just a target, easy to hit
With that loud bark Stevie Wonder couldn't even miss
Then it's 1, 2, 3, baby boy you gettin' hit
And ripped, like a whole bitch, by the vultures
Rusty ass germs niggas already know this
Kill who you run with, in charge off who you die with

Prada'd up, Gucci'd up, died on some fly shit
Regulate a wig split a little nigga big nigga
Any nigga kill you your man to the pen shit
So fuck niggas they ain't on my level
'Cuz I been did it
Talk about cliques most infamous run with it
Catch your body's syndrome, most niggas sick with it
And clap a nigga in the first degree

Aiyyo, fall back, step back, we built to last
Get back, move back, this is that smash
This is that murder you niggas get bucked
Your image gets shattered your bitches get fucked
We Mobb Deep anytime we stomp niggas out
Or I might catch you all on myself and spaz out
How heavy it plays out, you niggas is assed out
Take yourself to the first safe house and lock it down

So we wildin', for two thousand and two poundin'
Any nigga out runnin' with their mouth bound 'em
Guns clap security be callin' for back up
[Incomprehensible] bullets
Drop leavin' them bagged up
Why we mash in a jag truck, with the 22's
They spin like how the 44 spun on you
And clap you niggas in the first degree

Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
And clap a bastard in the first degree

Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
Bust that, gimme that, nigga get clapped
And clap a nigga in the first degree

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Gun Rule - Lyrics - La The Darkman

Title: Gun Rule
Artist: La The Darkman
Composer(s): Carlos Broady, Baridi Jamar Jackson

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Lyric:
Yo, yo, yo
Once, once again
Know what I'm saying?

Darkman stay on the street with a tool
For these devil worshipers wit' gats and these ignorant fools
Find yourself in a Hudson rocking cement shoes
Middle week, Michigan brand rap and gun rule

Me and my man contemplating on these future operations
For night clubs, two four shit packed like cases
I'm 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 labeled in solo
Rolled my dolo, killed from the east
Me and Reef left them twenty hour stole four bricks 100 G's

Twenty-five a piece straight in they mind, that's what it's like
Peace to my man Ted who got hit on New Jersey's 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 land mines
Do the knowledge as I pick seven deadly signs
From the glock that'll make city streets boom dock

The industry is calling me like Cookie wit' rocks
And I can't stop, cocoa plants grow in large crops
Darkman east coast hip hop pad lock
I'm 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 Rapper's Island

4 9 5 0 7, what you dialing, fight faster pushing up deluxe Dutch master
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 'cuz this is my house
And I'm prejudice give Mark Clayman like whiteys down south

Darkman, stay on the streets with a tool
For these devil worshipers wit' gats and these ignorant fools
Find yourself in a Hudson rocking cement shoes
Middle week, Michigan brand rap and gun rule

Aiyyo, I'm hungry like 3 lions starving in a crack house
Wid guns galore taking Jakes to war
Don't challenge the score from here to Van Couver
I stand wit' this Lex Luger stashed in the Couger
Going through you like needles from Phd's
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, a 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 I'm doing G's 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 precinct
I'm flippin' on you MC's for no fucking reason

Darkman, stay on the streets with a tool
For these devil worshipers wit' gats and these ignorant fools
Find yourself in a Hudson rocking cement shoes
Middle week, Michigan brand rap, gun rule

Yeah, you know what time it is
Gun rules, you know what I'm sayin'?
Yo, word up, yo, yo

I spent about 20 G's on weed as I proceed
To grow up fill my weight 100 G's
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

I'm ancient in this rap, shit king like a Pharaoh
A terror, terminatin' false niggas style
Kill a man, and his woman, MC and his child
Shit is wild, I hold niggas hostage like Riker's Isle
Gotta deceptive, murderous money gettin' smile
I'm the judge while you on trial supreme, Killa Bee
A serpent LA can bite the whole industry

Motherfucker, stay on the streets with a tool
For these devil worshipers wit' gats and these ignorant fools
Find yourself in a Hudson rocking cement shoes
Middle week, Michigan brand rap, gun rule, gun rule

Darkman, stay on the streets with a tool
For these devil worshipers wit' gats and these ignorant fools
Find yourself in a Hudson rocking cement shoes
Middle week, Michigan brand rap, gun rule

Triple darkness, dad
Sing-sing

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