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Intro: Raekwon the Chef, [La the Darkman]
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[what up La the Dark, the Chef
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true scaped it right, scaped it right
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scaped it right like white burnin in hell
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[flip it up like a hell on doe]
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yeah! yeah!
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[word, word life
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La the Dark, dig up to my man cuffed]
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Verse one: Raekwon the Chef, [La the Darkman]
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Yo, yo, yo
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ay yo La, wats up son?
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ay yo you read the papers
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two columbian niggas hit these phony niggas
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and every routine Chevy you call green
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had crazy hook up in that peice by old mean
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[the kids mad floor and where you had to go down
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killers be comin' for your neck when you're wearing a crown
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for five and eight cane kids ready to spray
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the cats got nine lives from around my way
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Timb boots and over Nore, two text by the door
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so when the Popo come I can take 'em to war]
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same subject, text and royalty checks
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plus market in the drugs he pull mad respect
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I gotta get mine, blast mad nines on a regular
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fakin' predator or player I mean this faker
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[who the rap mayor its me i'll be the sprayer
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the docs in the realm you contemplate your prayers
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medior right eclipse takin' in the nine-fifth
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all you gapin' MC's like pancakes you get flipt
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I got a thirty shot cliff had the grip and the hip
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a mad half warrior young tale from the cript, kid!
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Chorus:
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As the world goes round yo it's the same as they sayin'
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[Same junkies on the corners shootin' shit in their vein]
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Wats the deal black man must rise to the top
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[Representin' Darkman with this real hip hop]
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Interlude:
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And you don't stop
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[and you don't stop]
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yeah!
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[and you can't]
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and you can't stop
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[word up! word drop that style]
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Verse Two: La the Darkman
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You only live once execute your dreams
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a third real triple beam wait out my skeam
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for the cream my soul cracks never cure relax
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now bared with Wu-Tang shit and lyrical facks
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young black back bastard from the concrete street
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and never leave an houn without strappin' my hip
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keep peace and Don P word life tiryque
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I saw the million dollar show cause i'm that dog P
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for a dog, for a spark ready to rip you apart
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I was born with a gold shield over my heart
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so don't start none, it won't be none
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I'm dominatin' the screen my reign just begun
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I got more raw cut with the kids doin' biz
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you can't dig up my physical like a pyramid
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i'm wicked dunn star made La now ride
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switch to walk space fly like the starship Enterprise
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Chorus
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As The World Goes Round
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La the Darkman |