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Lucci

LA the Darkman

Heist of the Century

1998

Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, no match to go to war
On tour, blowin smoke out the four by

The Beginning of the End [Album Version]

Boogiemonsters

God Sound

1997

To keep it in the family they must elimate the swine
And the swine is us, and whose God do +you+ trust?
It's gettin realer by the second in the future

[

time, keep attackin'
Uh, Big Ol' C4, it's a bomb in his jacket
Swervin' through traffic
I'm the one drinkin' the
Syrup by the gallon
Too many doors been

hear it lurking outside
It's a monster what?
This should be no surprise
It's the other half of your life
Scary as hell thank god I got my wife
She's

concentration
Curls out bloodbath, headshot
Tell 'em through a telegram
Samhain Initium, HaShem upon a Pentagram
Duality of two triangles is the hexagram
Scheming

the police
Man y'all trying to play god
You're not Morgan free
My royalties will be garnished by
All on your fees
Me making it is something people
Did not want

split no bullshit once you get hit
Death by strangulation with Rosary Beads
If you strict catholic
You're Arabic, King of Nazareth
I'm John Huston, listen

Touring like a bag of bomb
Tag but I don’t tagalong
Another day what’s a goon to a goblin?
A king to a God, nah a human to an atom bomb
No yellow lines

the Bronx
Like to take her to splurge
She ain't faithful enough, homie
But the beat and the words
Started fucking with the Gods
Take your Indian herbs
Went

take your spot
Buss downs and Birkins, bae, that's the bare minimum
Last year a nigga ran through a whole million (trust)
Dates overseas by the beach

that solid 
Funny how time flies when ya grindin’
And years pass in a flash like lighting
Busy working or busy fighting,
Through the storm but we manage

A real one, make a nigga feel so special you a real one
One in a million, (multiplied by a G), yeah you a billion
Aint no one quite like you
Make me laugh

He was the one,
who could control his power,
and lives for all eternity.
He was the one,
who homages his strength,
his will be reprieved
by the gods

Waiting while the life goes by
Hoping that tomorrow is just fine
But it ain't, it can't be, if you are not around
Little things that make you want
Make you

thot is getting paid
I've been blinded by the fame
Ima get it boy I swear to god
Sad as fuck the block gets hot
Wipin tears and dodgin ops

We are not

Trust me i know what your goin thru 
Feels like the whole world is against you 
Feels like the devil done blessed you 
Tryna find god but hes rinning

simple
Like a old movie
Now I wear preme and shop at the gucci 
Feel good thunbin through the back end dont it
Like da baby said god damn im onnit 
Preme

flip powder, I aint takin' a loss
Plus if I get snatched, its less time for the song
I was been known to stroll the block, hold the glock
Blow dro, pick

aint playing just by what he fucking say to you
Change, I wanna change your name one day I hope you say I do
Don't play and I won't play no games I keep

a few
Henny White with this micro brew (Henny)
Hit those shorties they might come thru
Niggas hate yo I'm doing my thing
Chicks on the D, I presented

Jesus Christ
I couldn't do it my way, I couldn't do it on my own dad
Only by the grace of God

Thank You Lord Jesus Christ!