Gun Rule - La the Darkman

Yo, yo, yo

Once, once again

Know what I’m saying?

Darkman stay on the street with a tool

For these devil workers wit' gats and these ignorant fools

Find yourself in the Hudson rocking ce-ment shoes

Middle East, Michigan Grand Rap and gun rule

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 see enormous cheddar

Fuck a Gucci sweater stay Wu-Wear, fly polo

Pepe jeans new boots kid labeled Asolo

Rolled for 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 Sed who got hit on New Jersey’s turnpike

I send a kite, with a hundred in your money order

Hold 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

I’m the Glock that’ll make city streets boondocks

The industry is calling me like Pookie with 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 to leave your ribcage burning

While you smiling I got forty-five to life on Riker’s Island

49 507 what you dialing

Fight faster twisting up deluxe Dutchmaster

Enter my Peninsula script it might thrash you

With impact, of a two hundred pound weight

Being chased by Wu-wolves with no way to escape

Do it from the mouth, crush bones cause this is my house

And I’m prejudice against non-Clansmen like whiteys down south

Darkman stay on the street with a tool

For these devil workers wit' gats and these ignorant fools

Find yourself in the Hudson rocking ce-ment shoes

Middle East, Michigan Grand Rap and gun rule

Ayo, I’m hungry like 3 lions starving in a crack house

With guns galore taking Jake to war

Don’t challenge the sword from here to Vancouver

I stand with this Lex Luger stashed in the Cruiser

Going through you like needles from Phd’s

On any demon, drunken with 41 thieves

Crack fiends drug dealers and killers flood the block

DT’s with binoculars surveillance the drop

It’s crazy hot, little Nookie got hit with a shot

From a 4−4 caliber government Glock

In front of the shop, equivalent to gun galleries

I dedicate to Allah, show and prove I’m doing these

Trying to see these 100 Gs, if I hold nine I freaked it

To getting all this money is a ancient Chinese secret

Delinquent, lockin' shit down like a precinct

I’m flipping on you MCs for no fucking reason

Darkman stay on the street with a tool

For these devil workers wit' gats and these ignorant fools

Find yourself in the Hudson rocking ce-ment shoes

Middle East, Michigan Grand Rap and gun rule

Yeah, You know what time it is

Gun Rules, You know what I’m sayin'?

Yo, Word Up, Yo, yo

I spent about 20 Gs on weed as I proceed

To drug deal my way to 100 Gs

Stacking loot, known to catch blood on my boots

Trafficante burners blazing outta six hundred coupes

So what you stup'?

I freeze niggas' lines to sub-zero

Protect all devil killers like Robert Shapiro

The La brings action packed heat like De Niro

I’m ancient in this rap shit king like a Pharaoh

A terror, terminate Schwarzenegger style

Kill a man, and a woman, MC and a child

Shit is wild, I hold niggas hostage like Riker’s Isle

Gotta deceptive, murderous money getting smile

I’m the judge while you on trial, Supreme, Killa Bee

A serpent La can bite the whole industry, Darkman

.Motherfucker

Darkman stay on the street with a tool

For these devil workers wit' gats and these ignorant fools

Find yourself in the Hudson rocking ce-ment shoes

Middle East, Michigan Grand Rap and gun rule

Gun rule, Gun rule

Darkman stay on the street with a tool

For these devil workers wit' gats and these ignorant fools

Find yourself in the Hudson rocking ce-ment shoes

Middle East, Michigan Grand Rap and gun rule

Triple Darkness

Sing-sing