La The Darkman - Gun Rule Lyrics
Yo, yo, yoOnce, once againKnow what Im saying?Chorus:Darkman stay on the street with a toolFor these devil worshippers wit gats and these ignorant foolsFind yourself in the hustle rocking free mint shoesMiddle week, michigan brand rap and gun ruleVerse 1:Me and my man contemplating on these future operationsFor night clubs two four shit packed like casesIm nineteen paid young can only get betterGot cheese in the war trying to be enormous cheddar***** a fugees sweater stay wu-wear fly poloPepe jeans new boots kid labelled in soloRolled my dolo, killed from the eastMe and reef left them twenty hour stole four bricks 100 gsTwenty-five a piece straight in they mind thats what its likePeace to my man ted who got hit on new jerseys turnpikeI send a kite, wit a hundred in your money orderHol it down in your cage see you back at headquartersEverything is fine la blow spots like landminesDo the knowledge as I kick seven deadly signs>from the glock thatll make city streets boom dockThe industry is calling me like cookie wit rocksAnd I cant stop, cocoa plants grow in large cropsDarkman east coast hip hop pad lockIm determined to kill the mic like jews and germansShoot a shell through your chest and leave your rib-cage burninWhile you smiling I got forty-five to life on rappers island49507 what you dialling, fight faster pushing up deluxe dutchmasterEnter 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 escapeDo it from the mouth, crush bones cause this is my houseAnd Im prejudice give mark clayman like whiteys down southChorusVerse 2:Aiyyo, Im hungry like 3 lions starving in a crack houseWid guns galore taking jakes to warDont challenge the score from here to van couverI stand wit this lex luger stashed in the cougerGoing through you like needles from phdsOn any demon, drunken wit 41 thieves,Crack fiends drug dealers and killers run the block3 thieves wid binoculars surveillance to dropA credit dot little nookie got hit wid a shot>from a 4-4 calibre government glock in front of the shopEquivalent to gun galleries I better keep the eye lockedShow and prove Im doing gs trying to teach these 100 gsIf I hol nines I freaked it,To getting all this money is a ancient chinese secretThe liquid, la can sit down like a precintIm flippin on you mcs for no *****ing reasonChorusYeah, you know what time it isGun rules, you know what Im sayin?Yo, word up, yo, yoVerse 3:I spent about 20 gs on weed as I proceedTo grow up fill my weight 100 gsStacking loot, known to kept blood on my bootsTrapacane burning blazing outta fifth hundred coupesSo what you stupe? , I freezin ya blind to sub-zeroAnd kept all devil killers like robert shapiroThe la brings action packed heat like de niroIm ancient in this rap shit king like a pharoahA terror, terminatin false niggas styleKill a man, his woman, mc and his childShit is wild I hold niggas hostage like rikers isleGotta deceptive, murderous money gettin smileIm the judge while you on trial supreme, killa beeA serpent la can bite the whole industry..mother*****erDarkman stay on the streets wit a toolFor these devil worshipping gat slingers and ignorant foolsFind yourself in the hustle rocking free mint shoesMiddle week, michigan brand rap and gun ruleGun rule, gun ruleChorusTriple darknessSing-sing
