[Intro: La The Darkman]
Yeah. Yeah. Yo. Yo.
Yo. Trapacanti. Yo.


[Chorus: La The Darkman]
When I walk these streets, like bamboo, I'm strapped

Get your brain tapped by fourty-four caliber gats
It ain't like that, cats gotta learn to relax
If I let the gun clap, you have no wish, you're on your $$#


[La The Darkman]
If you see at cat without his vest hangin by his neck

Then La done it, I'm tryin to see this benz six-hundred
With a fly (*##$, a gat and cognac gettin blunted
Readin the tablet of my money from the kids that I fronted

You don't want it, shootin slugs outta an armored green lex
>From four pounds that $#&@ you up like a plane wreck
Don't gamble with a tech, car is quicker than the eye

My style, top secret like a Bosnian spy
Now Y, New York have you laced in chalk
The South Bronx, what you thought when we let are guns talk?

It's bloodsport, the Darkman call it like he sees
Been in buildings, doin eighty in a black m3
Medallion swingin a linx, costin bount ten g's

N.Y.C., where killas bust cops at me

[Chorus]


[La The Darkman]
New York ain't $#&@in playas, we live gun sprayers

Movin crack frm the streets of Manhatt' to the Himalayans
Amadeus, why these Cali craps tryin to front?
Ass gotta cut ropes, tryin to bungee jump

Tight cunt, all white planes roll, we night creepers
in bubble coats, eight hundred beapers, force one sneakers
I stay fly, holdin it down for my block

What up ock? You could get a four-four shot
And don't think it can't happen cuz you on the T.V. rappin
I sneakin from B.X., B.K. and the Staten

Manhatten and Queens jookin kids for rings
New York, New York, the big city of dreams
Some rap legends were put in jail, you thought we failed

Now I'm back like LL, when he was rockin the bells
Takin rap back to the days of foodstamps and tramps
Pit stains in the stair case and vise-grip clamps

Kid, I'm amped, cats try to diss the originators
In Land Cruisers, on Timbs, subways and elevators
Holdin steel, you frontin ^!$$%z better get real

I'm gettin money, blow my nose with a hundred dollar bill
How you feel? And $#&@ where you at, it's where you from
To that cats, that's eighty-five: blind, deaf and dumb

Run and get your gun, I come in the name of Allah
To my people, the Inglewood family swine, power refined
You can't see, we runnin outta time

If the east and west kill eachother, who gon' shine?
We losin our mind, the rap %#@! is turnin into crime
Nowadays soft ^!$$%z bust techs and nines

So, what?