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LA the Dark [Verse 1] Yo, this brilliant companion peace to the original Approach my slang and end up in critical condition When I lick my shells I ain't missin', technician You get stabbed, back in position I know that money bring bitches and bitches aren't to be trusted Some rappers sniff coke and others be gettin' dusted City lights, a minute with new books to read I feed my man locked down, my physicals and my seeds I ain't got shit, while you rap niggas be playin' rich Send you to Vegas in a ditch, makin' life cold switch I'm invincible, you get dead before you start My knife is sharp, push rap spikes to your heart LA fight dirty, I strike first like snatching a purse Inside my verse, take you to the edge of the Earth And throw you over Son, you drunk, I smack you sober Assassin, blastin' up your Range Rover [Chorus] The LA's invincible You thug cats, I'mma stab on principle Better off dead, workin' with a glass, go ahead You got star dream on a corner drinkin' gasoline My man threw you up in a fiend, no contest Dunn, I'm blessed and you a devil in a blue dress Dunn, I'm blessed and you a devil in a blue dress Triple darkness Yo, expedition [Verse 2] Yo, I'm from a long breed of stick-up kids, coke and hustlers Gods, foreign cars, strong-arm TEC tusslers The streets got me in a hole chin-deep Quantum leap, a bum told me life is cheap My lyrics dancing, lamping eating fish in a Wu Mansion A park place I'm advancing and only my wiz I'm romancing Posted, all you chicken niggas get roasted I read manuscripts in 97 whips, L's is toasted I said something, I meant it Your Benz'll get dented My guns get more open than a envelope with money in it Where I live it's only crack, fiends and dirty jeans Shorties on the block with the platinum drug-dreams Everything an hour seems, I got bagged at 14 On a highway running guns outta New Orleans It's LA, what you think them niggas trembling pink Stumbling, you a cat that turn tough when he drink Keeping you lifted, reminisce on what Chris did Pull out the MAC and shot five cats and a civilian Right in front of the building with kids playing, shells is spraying On the second floor Shelly's mom's praying Got caught by a stray in a window in broad day And she died, fucked up it had to be that way It was a drunk nigga who done it Word up
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