Carlos "6 July" Broady - Lucci lyrics

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Carlos "6 July" Broady - Lucci lyrics

['Five Deadly Venoms' sample] I came from a wealthy family I joined the clan because I wanted to learn A special kung-fu and be a real expert But in actual fact I've just become a k**er, k**ing That's all I know d**h every day, another [Intro: La the Darkman] Gun rule. We gon' make this spicy It's La Traficante right here You know? And we gon' do it like this Yeah. Darkman [Verse 1: La the Darkman] Watch the Corleone who give neck ties and puff bones Stick Arabs for the crystals like Indiana Jones Witness La, hands of stone, on this action packed odyssey Majesty, living out the golden book prophecy Unstoppable, Iron Sheik of rap speaks Blaze a tree in the street, blue and gray Benz jeep Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon Young entrepreneur, blow Macs to go to war On tour, blowing smoke out the four by four Enjoying life, I don't know a man who live twice Cee-Lo king, shooting dice, holding Glaciers of Ice Playing '97 Madden at the Loft in Manhattan While I get blitzed and rich, watch him run short flicks With a bad chick, La been raw since eighty-six On the block, new kicks with chocolate skunk nicks Son, I'm fortunate to still be here, shells is close City Lights, La The Dark, stay concealing the toast Cause thieves who deceive get loot the most But thieves that see me are left Holy as the Ghost [Hook x2: La the Darkman] For that lucci, it's all about that lucci For that lucci, it's all about that Getting money in many ways in these last days With Venom written wisdom, I have to say crime pays, kid lucci [Verse 2: La the Darkman] I'd rather die if I'm not living fly, Now Y Can't get a job with a corporate, f** it, I'm getting high Suicide committed in cells, dwellers square as hell Children can't have a pants with impairable bells Suffering in a jail, I don't recognize a soul Each one with a cold war story that has to be told Behold the son of God with a scroll Flame throwing lyrics, n***as best stop, drop and roll Lyrics is gold, Darkman pushing up in the land Hit a spot for a Rolex watch, two thousand grams Then I dip, cause loose lip sure sink ships But in this drug rap, I bang like the Bloods and the Crips Guns and clips seem to make my state rotate Stay on corners till morning, drinking, busting at jakes Holding my weight, now a purchase 'bout two cakes When I cook 'em and drop 'em it equal Cali earthquakes I escape, bagging work, pawn porcelain plates Get ill like Al Capone after sniffing an eighth And I'm straight from the halls of Hell, Sing-Sing Stick a spear through your chest like an ear and an earring [Hook] [Verse 3: La the Darkman] n***as and sneakers and overnight knight crawler creepers Crack junkies on the Jones planning a heist to get ya speakers And that Acura, same soldiers attacking ya Desert chameleon, no civilian, better know as Blackula Son, I'm 'bout to see about a half a mil' With twenty n***as perfecting in kung-fu sk**s And f** b**hes, they only want they name on my will And all you half-a** rappers, kid, you need to be k**ed My sh** is ill, the ills gave birth to my brain I represent on all tracks like the Number Four train Maintain, it's all about the cheese you gain I get the studies, then the money and the business, f** the fame [Hook] [Outro] *ringing* Trying to be broke black Not me, like these cats say f** that, what you mean, f** that How ya live now, f** that f** you shining right now You shine, you just beeming Seed grow up, for him and sh**

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