Popa Wu - How It Goes lyrics

[intro: la the darkman] Yo, yo, yo (5x) Yeah, yeah, la the darkman 8th wonder, top of the world, n***a Yeah, sing sing, peach playin a** n***as k**as, yeah Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh, uh Uh huh, yeah [chorus: la the darkman] In these wild ghetto streets, this is how it goes Smoke la, pack guns, plot up in my foes And range rovs, rockin j**els, artica folds 2000, it's still throw holes in clothes [la the darkman] You n***as lame, real game, recognize game Some get hed, my dick long, i get brain When i was broke, smoke weed on the train Now puff in the gs4, dead float like a plane Platinum watch and platinum chain Four pound plastic glock, how dogs get trained Jackets get stained, shirts get stained, j**els get stained By a murderer, squeazin the flame, screamin for fame Tombstones engrave ya name at ya funeral in rain Old folks say cracks the blame, while they act insane And pack the game, co*k and aim, blow out ya brain Jump in the range, back to the grain, it's wu-tang Ain't sh** change, but gettin rich, b**h to b**h Whips to switch, new outfits for new out hits I'm raw like no condom, f**in a who*e On some real sh**, takin ya f*ggots to war Back in s.o.'s, how we smack on dress holds At the tunnel, givin buck 50 in bundles It's 2000, no more wowzin, no more browsin My k**as blood thirsty outta project housing The body kid, shotty kids, red dotted kids My crew from bk, wild out like gotti kid f** guliani bids, and consequences I'm hoppin fences, jumped them bences D.t.'s missin in these trenches I wear all black, black gats Only thing white on me, dunn, is my teeth and my crack My money's green, my weed's real green, my lex is green I won't wait, on a mic or a triple beam My heart like spike lee tell me "do the right thing" Nowaday that mean pullin the thing to take cream p**y, i'm real, from bronxville to brownsville Queens, to manhattan, l.i. back to staten I murder you... [chorus 2x] [la the darkman] For the new millenium, i wanna be pushin a new millenium With bricks in the stash, for safety, about ten of them My b**hes mad femenime, s**in dick like kim and 'em Take 'em to the condo, constantly bended them I'm rusty, for f*ggot n***as that wanna bust me Trust me, i only run with wolves, you can't touch me Plus me, knowledge i got, just can't explain Street value, worth 50 pounds of c**aine I reign like a bullet comin from john wayne Black male, society failed to obtain I got big balls, big brains, big trucks, big chains My wounds paint a picture, the ca**ette's the frame I'm iller than one n***a tryin to rob a whole train Look at america thru the eyes of saddam hussein If a s*ut wanna f**, me and my n***as, weren't trainin It's 2000, but in the hood, sh**'s the same, n***a [chorus 2x] [outro: la the darkman] Trapacanti, the streets for real Trapacanti, trapacanti La trapacanti