Now Y - La The Darkman

[Intro: La The Darkman] 
Yeah. Yeah. Yo. Yo. 
Yo. Trapacanti. Yo. 

[Chorus: La The Darkman] 
When I walk these streets  like bamboo  I'm strapped 
Get your brain tapped by fourty four caliber gats 
It ain't like that  cats gotta learn to relax 
If I let the gun clap  you have no wish  you're on your ass 

[La The Darkman] 
If you see at cat without his vest hangin by his neck 
Then La done it  I'm tryin to see this benz six-hundred 
With a fly bitch, a gat and cognac gettin blunted 
Readin the tablet of my money from the kids that I fronted 
You don't want it, shootin slugs outta an armored green lex 
>From four pounds that fuck you up like a plane wreck 
Don't gamble with a tech, car is quicker than the eye 
My style, top secret like a Bosnian spy 
Now Y, New York have you laced in chalk 
The South Bronx, what you thought when we let are guns talk? 
It's bloodsport, the Darkman call it like he sees 
Been in buildings, doin eighty in a black m3 
Medallion swingin a linx, costin bount ten g's 
N.Y.C., where killas bust cops at me 

[Chorus] 

[La The Darkman] 
New York ain't fuckin playas, we live gun sprayers 
Movin crack frm the streets of Manhatt' to the Himalayans 
Amadeus, why these Cali craps tryin to front? 
Ass gotta cut ropes, tryin to bungee jump 
Tight cunt, all white planes roll, we night creepers 
in bubble coats, eight hundred beapers, force one sneakers 
I stay fly, holdin it down for my block 
What up ock? You could get a four-four shot 
And don't think it can't happen cuz you on the T.V. rappin 
I sneakin from B.X., B.K. and the Staten 
Manhatten and Queens jookin kids for rings 
New York, New York, the big city of dre