La The Darkman

Street Life

La The Darkman


featuring Tekitha 

*Chorus* Tekitha 

Street life is the only life I know 
Street life where we got no place to go 
Street life where the struggle won't let you be 
Street life where the drugs and thugs meet 

Verse 1: 

Yo I bust shots out glocks wid kids that push rocks 
Hol' glocks run in spots wid G's like Fort Knox 
Rhyme excellent kill 'em wid intelligence 
Get money like embezzlement worrying as the president 
LA the Dark coming, inheriting nature, Islamic 
Stay loyal to my clan like Elijah Mohammed 
That's a promise, creating them secrets be like amazing 
Everytime I touch the track I swing my axe and stake it 
Speed racing through life world class 
LA let the tech splash 
My lyrics hard as brass 
Show 'em all-star, check me in the Source y'all 
'98 Ford car purchased near Fort Bar 
Damn I'm aways sharp man, accurate, sharp-shooter, marksman 
Running through New York air painted like Al Sharpton 
And sing, my guns be black and shallow ringed 
Computerised thugs dropping checks in the bank 
And then.... 

Chorus 

Verse 2: 

Yo, yo, yo 
You on my dick 
My life is like a James Bond flick 
Mad bitches, mad bullets but I never get hit 
Yo, from herpes to trees, Tv's and MTv's 
Niggas in jail for life the strongest hurt to leave 
>From bloods at night in Kings, to bounce back to Queens 
Drugs and dope fiends scream over the limosine 
Pop the 2 fort kings sucking dick on porno screens 
Vaginas some clean wid terrible hygiene 
To survive on my block G is devils at halloween 
The young son got guns wid 50 shot magasine 
And digital web beams 
Getting drunk off gasoline 
Robbing niggas marked, die for this cane in this dream 
In this..... 

Chorus 

Verse 3: 

Yo,yo,yo 
I'm unstoppable 
Rainbow garment stay tropical 
Jewels stay rockable 
Crystal clear optical 
My niggas got bodies 
Get watched like John Gotti in a mansion 
Wid a monk learning Wu-Tang karate 
It's unfortunate niggas can't afford this 
My 20 blew chords here 
I hate eating sword fish 
Surrounded by 20 men cold-blooded at the amphibian 
In the Benz puffing tree shit from the Caribbean 
And sparking it.... 

Chorus