Gun Rule - La The Darkman

Yo  yo  yo 
Once  once again 
Know what I'm saying? 
Chorus: 
Darkman stay on the street with a tool 
For these devil worshippers wit' gats and these ignorant fools 
Find yourself in the hustle rocking free mint shoes 
Middle week  Michigan brand rap and gun rule 
Verse 1: 
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 labelled 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 landmines 
Do the knowledge as I kick 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 
49507 what you dialling, fight faster pushing up deluxe Dutchmaster 
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 cause this is my house 
And I'm prejudice give Mark Clayman like whiteys down south