Текст песни La the Darkman - Gun Rule
La the Darkman - Gun Rule слова песни
Yo, yo, yoOnce, once againKnow what I`m saying?Chorus:Darkman stay on the street with a tool For these devil worshippers wit` gats and these ignorant foolsFind yourself in the hustle rocking free mint shoesMiddle week, Michigan brand rap and gun ruleVerse 1:Me and my man contemplating on these future operationsFor night clubs two four shit packed like casesI`m nineteen paid young can only get betterGot cheese in the war trying to be enormous cheddarFuck a Fugees sweater stay Wu-Wear fly poloPepe jeans new boots kid labelled in soloRolled my dolo, killed from the eastMe and Reef left them twenty hour stole four bricks 100 G`sTwenty-five a piece straight in they mind that`s what it`s likePeace to my man Ted who got hit on New Jersey`s turnpikeI send a kite, wit a hundred in your money orderHol` it down in your cage see you back at headquartersEverything is fine LA blow spots like landminesDo the knowledge as I kick seven deadly signs>From the glock that`ll make city streets boom dockThe industry is calling me like Cookie wit` rocksAnd I can`t stop, cocoa plants grow in large cropsDarkman east coast hip hop pad lockI`m determined to kill the mic like Jews and GermansShoot a shell through your chest and leave your rib-cage burnin`While you smiling I got forty-five to life on Rapper`s Island49507 what you dialling, fight faster pushing up deluxe DutchmasterEnter 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 escapeDo it from the mouth, crush bones cause this is my houseAnd I`m prejudice give Mark Clayman like whiteys down southChorusVerse 2:Aiyyo, I`m hungry like 3 lions starving in a crack houseWid guns galore taking Jakes to warDon`t challenge the score from here to Van CouverI stand wit` this Lex Luger stashed in the CougerGoing through you like needles from Phd`s On any demon, drunken wit` 41 thieves, Crack fiends drug dealers and killers run the block3 thieves wid` binoculars surveillance to dropA credit dot little Nookie got hit wid` a shot>From a 4-4 calibre government glock in front of the shopEquivalent to gun galleries I better keep the eye lockedShow and prove I`m doing Gs trying to teach these 100 GsIf I hol` nines I freaked it, To getting all this money is a ancient Chinese secretThe liquid, LA can sit down like a precintI`m flippin` on you MCs for no fucking reasonChorusYeah, You know what time it isGun Rules, You know what I`m sayin`?Yo, Word Up, Yo, yoVerse 3:I spent about 20 Gs on weed as I proceedTo grow up fill my weight 100 GsStacking loot, known to kept blood on my bootsTrapacane burning blazing outta fifth hundred coupesSo what you stupe?, I freezin` ya blind to sub-zeroAnd kept all devil killers like Robert ShapiroThe LA brings action packed heat like De NiroI`m ancient in this rap shit king like a PharoahA terror, terminatin` false niggas styleKill a man, his woman, MC and his childShit is wild I hold niggas hostage like Riker`s IsleGotta deceptive, murderous money gettin` smileI`m the judge while you on trial supreme, Killa BeeA serpent LA can bite the whole industry..MotherfuckerDarkman stay on the streets wit` a toolFor these devil worshipping gat slingers and ignorant foolsFind yourself in the hustle rocking free mint shoesMiddle week, Michigan brand rap and gun ruleGun rule, Gun ruleChorusTriple DarknessSing-sing