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La the Darkman - Shine Lyrics [La the Darkman] Uh uh, for the niggas in black Vigors behind the wheel drinkin liquors Everybody wanna shine For the niggas rockin Tims, fuck cars and rims Yo, everybody wanna shine Yo, my dimensions, possessed, lucci, bitches, cess Lessons, computers, whips, and bulletproof vests I can't be done, me and Screwface one on one I drink wit bums in the slums where I shoot my guns Enforce ones, up north in the Ac, throw a strap I got niggas down south, holdin nines in Cadillacs Lettin trees blow, for niggas sniff snow inside the disco I hold a big pistol, to crack your brain crystal Cream like Joe Pisco', I fuck your bitch yo Right through her piss hole Long dick like a missle Split the black dutch, while the bracelet on my wrist glow Cough if I spit mo', sold my Lex, cop the Benzo My niggas come outta Sing-Seng buff like Lou Ferrigno The rhyme sayer, quicker Ruger nine sprayer Rich lifestyle like a young NBA player And I'm tied to the mob like that gun, called Tommy Shoot through your Armani, shoot at Guiliani Shoot at Illuminati, fuck everbody, it's the Darkman (understand that right there) Chorus For the niggas in black Vigors, behind the wheel drinkin liquors Everbody wanna shine For the niggas is rockin Tims, fuck cars and rims Yo, everybody wanna shine For the niggas that lock downed for bustin caps wit four pounds Everybody wanna shine For the niggas in Lexus Cruisers wit cocked back Rugers Yo, everybody wanna shine [La the Darkman] Yo, you wanna be me Sometimes I'm on the block, sometimes I'm on the TV My crew's greedy, like Boom Boom Mancini La's song buy weedy, Swahili, ?Sadeeky? Professional, hold my toast by my testicals I used to peddle, but three times two equal the devil Blinded by the ice, and the savage way of life To no vale, niggas get money in small scales Start smokin, like they don't know crack kills A freak nigga, got turned down by a female Didn't know he sucked death, when he just inhale I rap life, cocaine, niggas wit no brain Sellin crack for fifteen years wit no game That's a damn shame, check the result of bein broke Havin no whip, no lab, no money for smoke He stressed out, really not knowin what life's about Jewels, jewels, jewels, jewels Chorus [La the Darkman] Yo, yo, dunn I'm felt Gun in my waist, tight belt New York streets hot, the bottom of my Wallees melt I need wealth, puffin my lah by myself Blessed, wit food clothes and health And big whips, shorties say I got a big dick My fi2nVUfWsfVVXCxW2q3tomTZYVyHpfzDpqLtjk8U4ZF3X 3yK0e/tiU23pTzVX4DDqeqhWpBLiUzTWKJ3NnUZoW3mXl5bXqTFqiZjHCipZ0V3Y/wwVG4MI 0VmuI7nhjAgx0oxaAIhgAembzOpaTOu25a0Kui5lJFnrsnbZUR5dvxYroY3Zfl0bpS0V0XXb u45rEd7OAGhaqzWIk/WPunbi+FTb22rYmT0IXG5jsiUwtpXsBDVrqd3aFAXtvPug3Q2K8v8h jbv6sYQk3MrMC5vS2/2B7RHqbZ8IugThNZsyXLsg7tpGn9+G3OVm7uZ27ucW7usNDeXOVMyl 3vWRbuu9Dk7kDuSOxdppEsOORtIlDereKh2w3OrG281Fjur128Wj7qHIRGh2XfnObmOkEXzl CYzWbuMeNx1A72cs5/pmb6LIxPfW3PhOb0Ab67mF3hpJmvV9y2gOGZ1Fy+0Fy/vdylrBz/vN SZqclZhESZrEZRN1y1ZZYdfyawkPK/v9yah02P+Vme89ygrOx34McZ5MS5psYKLEYFEBS5zk j540iIlsSwDosRjVcEYNcoeE8RVO4Ix88cMUcRjvSBCTcQ8BYMT/FGG29PBuO3EL13EMN2HZ 1F8n/+D0mZrh9M3R7rYsxk0XrkzKjI7d1s0wdmN//R4+bk1/Nc4Tnk0qDmRPPhcqlV3hLIsp fk4j3ipEVxfi3POPAM8vZvTzBE5faGIqXVYypipBteHEus4/eeP5AM4vRuPHJDA+T/RUdU60 u/RLb9EWPvVPL86shnPwdOFDnmPvrqmP5VDZVWV9xq0S9+PzIu1YrzE3J2Y5zVBPp9ETbeeW HWwQ |
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