La The Darkman - Devil In A Blue Dress lyrics

Intro: Word up! Yeah! La The Darkman youknowhatI'msayin' Word up! takin' you on this expedition, Trafficante Word up! the underworld mission YouknowhatI'msayin' Revolution, yo Check it out, yo Chorus: The La's invincible You thug cats I'mma stab on pricipal Better off dead workin' with a gla** forehead You got star dreams on a corner drinking gasoline My man threw you up in a fiend no contest Dunn I'm blessed and you a devil in a blue dress Dunn I'm blessed and you a devil in a blue dress Verse One: YouknowhatI'msayin', word up! La the Dark... Yo, this brilliant companion piece to the original Approach my slang and end up in critical condition When I lick my shells, I ain't missin' Technician, you get stabbed back in position I know that money bring b**hes and b**hes aren't to be trusted Some rappers sniff coke and others be gettin' dusted City lights, I'm in it with new books to read I feed my man locked down, my physicals and my seed I ain't got sh**, while you rap n***as be playing rich Send you to Vegas in a ditch, making life cold switch I'm invincible, you get dead before you start My knife is sharp, push rap spikes through your heart La fight dirty, I strike first like snatching a purse Inside my verse, take you to the edge of the earth And throw you over, son you drunk I smack you sober Assa**in, blasting up your Range Rover Chorus Verse Two: Triple darkness, yo, expedition Yo, I'm from a long breed of stick up kids Coking hustlers, Gods Foreign cars, strong arm Tech tusslers The streets got me in a hold chin deep Quantum leap, a bum told me life is cheap My lyrics dancing, lamping, eating fish in a Wu mansion At Park Place I'mma dance and only my wiz I'm romancing Posted all you chicken n***as get roasted I read man*scripts, in 97 whips L's is toasted I said something, I meant it, your Benz'll get dented My guns get more open than a envelope with money in it Where I live it's only crack, fiends and dirty jeans Shorties on the block with the platinum drug dreams Everything ain't how it seems, I got bagged at 14 On a highway running guns outta New Orleans It's La, what you think them n***as tremble in pink Stumbling, you a cat that turn tough when he drink Keeping you lifted, reminisce on what Chris did Pull out the mac and shot five cats and a civilian Right in front of the building with kids playing, Shells is spraying On the second floor Shelly mom's praying Got caught by a stray in a window in broad day And she die, f**ed up it had to be that way It was a drunk n***a who done it Word up! youknowhatI'msayin', yo Chorus Outro: Word up! La Trafficante, youknowhatI'msayin' You kids better walk straight and master your high YouknowhatI'msayin' or you'll be the next to die Word up! sending hands to Allah YouknowhatI'msayin' word up! Triple darkness Supreme, word up! Power, and my whole unit!