Yo yo yo

Once once again

Know what I'm saying?

Chorus:

Darkman stay on the street with a tool

For these devil worshippers wit' gats and these ignorant fools

Find yourself in the hustle rocking free mint shoes

Middle week Michigan brand rap and gun rule

Verse 1:

Me and my man contemplating on these future operations

For night clubs two four shit packed like cases

I'm nineteen paid young can only get better

Got cheese in the war trying to be enormous cheddar

Fuck a Fugees sweater stay Wu-Wear fly polo

Pepe jeans new boots kid labelled in solo

Rolled my dolo, killed from the east

Me and Reef left them twenty hour stole four bricks 100 G's

Twenty-five a piece straight in they mind that's what it's like

Peace to my man Ted who got hit on New Jersey's turnpike

I send a kite, wit a hundred in your money order

Hol' it down in your cage see you back at headquarters

Everything is fine LA blow spots like landmines

Do the knowledge as I kick seven deadly signs

>From the glock that'll make city streets boom dock

The industry is calling me like Cookie wit' rocks

And I can't stop, cocoa plants grow in large crops

Darkman east coast hip hop pad lock

I'm determined to kill the mic like Jews and Germans

Shoot a shell through your chest and leave your rib-cage burnin'

While you smiling I got forty-five to life on Rapper's Island

49507 what you dialling, fight faster pushing up deluxe Dutchmaster

Enter my potential of script it might flash you,

Wit impact, of a two hundred pound wind,

See you chased by Wu-wolves wit' no way to escape

Do it from the mouth, crush bones cause this is my house

And I'm prejudice give Mark Clayman like whiteys down south