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[Intro: Bowtie]Yo, yo, check, check, haha, checkYo, the millennium is graced for a thousand years, babyYouknawhatimean? It`s La the Darkman, skilthy richJuly Six, on the hits, you knawmean?Tell these niggas, how the pain really go down out here in the streetsKnawhatimean, La? It`s a real situation, babyCheck, check, yo[Chorus: Bowtie]I see pain in many forms, just to reach my peakHustle in back of alley ways, watchin` for heatCardier`s, lens tinted, cuz the glows snow whiteShit, blowin` like I never ever seen in my life[Bowtie]I got the burner on display, shirt open in the winterI feel good, sorta like the number one contenderTwo four-five bandit, plus them niggas wanna stick meI`m the son of a junkie, muthafuckas, come and get meI cock the needle back, push overdose rhymesAnd china white times, fight it like a coke lineAnd sniff it like a bloody hound and freeze the micCrack beats like the pipe, light it up in the nightWhile you niggas watch this miracle, right before your eyesOne ounce of dope, made a lot of niggas rideA lot of a niggas died over bitches wit liesI put `em six feet under, on the Sixth of July[La the Darkman]I get drunk, smoke skunk, plus I pack a pumpBe in clubs, Hennied out, smack shit outta punkThought I told ya`ll bitches, my style`s viciousCuttin` faggots in their face, give a hundred fifty stitchesMy niggas, roll Cadillac trucks, Ranges and sixesAlways on the low, hoes like "Fuck dodgin` snitches"Hustlin`, transportin` coke in ziplocksMy flow dangerous, like when a pit lockDarkman, Montana, put a bullet through your bandanaJump in a whip, listen to jake on a scannerIf they got a print, then I flee the state to AtlantaAnd the law gettin` high, smokin` dro, no bammerI`m poor, spit raw, more clothes than a mallYoung big black nigga, grip the mack wit a claw[Chorus][Kool G. Rap]Civilized, lookin` at grey skies, to make guys, wit spray in her eyesFor them base pies, sprayin` they fiveFace the skies, let the eight rise, we weight wise and take livesMe and my aces live, so fuck shapin` and sizeIt`s curtains and drapes for guys, I click can`t wait to demiseIt`s cakes that rise to mid-wives, states to Chi-TownGot it locked down, tearin` blocks down where we pop roundsMy niggas laced this shit, you wanna play tricks?And end up suspended in air with their face rippedMake my whole place rippedWe yap up niggas like UFO`s, inside of a spaceshipSmacked up niggas, gunnin`, ya holdin` `til the safe litIt`s basic, another cake lift, nigga, another 30,000 to break witBodies be on some bottom of the lake shitTo shake quick before the jakes hit31 and ya filthy rich, nigga, the basics, spray shots like The Matrix[Chorus]

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