Figaro Chain - La The Darkman

featuring Havoc 

(hit em off) 

Chorus [La the Darkman] 

We deal wit lucci  knowledge  bitches that go to college 
Niggas bubblin bricks  that see twenty million dollars 
I move wise  Chinese secret enterprise 
Black spies givin niggas Darkman neck ties  so civilize 

[Havoc] 

What up nigga  Havoc  yea that grimy bastid 
Get outlasted  you on some pretty rap shit 
Fuckin wit thugs  violate this, one in the mug 
Show no love, four-pounders was holdin us, that's a must 
Straight up and down, in gats we trust 
Think you bust, touch the stainless steel gats that never rust 
It's the lust, to get me vexed, don't take much 
You get blitzed on, shitted on, TNT rush 
Through the door, knocked off the mothafuckin hinges 
Relentless, runnin through your hood right off the hit list 

[La the Darkman] 

Yo yo, between the gods and the goddesses, devils and demons 
I'm weed steamin, gold 32 karat tech gleamin 
Cream feenin, like Casino, Trapicante Gambino 
Rollin strapped on a bike, New Jack sit, like G and Nino 
Shit is real dunn, me and Hav rap for guns 
You just a son, you be hung by the skin on your tongue 
P.R.'s on the run, change my name, identity 
Got a dynasty of clanmen wit cheese like the Kennedy's 
Non-friendly, see me in Brazil sippin Henny 
Check my pinky ring medallion, it's a form gold penny 
I'm drug, put my foot in my victims in cold blood 
Life is cheap for you thugs when you give the dirt a hug 
You move slow, direct effect of sniffin snow 
La's song, home alone smokin wit a red bone 
That get's messy, Darkman blow spots like Joe Pesci 
In bars, wit twenty yards, "Get out of jail free" cards 
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