| Song | Element of Surprise |
| Artist | LA the Darkman |
| Album | Heist of the Century |
| 作曲 : Hawkins, Jackson, Turner | |
| Bear witness to the god, young thugs don't live long | |
| Life is a game of chess ( you play the pawn), knowledge i born | |
| Walk a righteous path, you can never go wrong | |
| Yo east new york gon ?skin connectin me?, this kid live next to me | |
| Manifests ecstacy, to specialize in treachery | |
| Subliminal, wanted to be nuttin, but a criminal | |
| Wit braids, and doo-loo dropped out the eight grade | |
| Tradin rocks, mad obsessed wit guns, was infected | |
| Should of came amongst gods, could of been resurrected | |
| He expected to live long, holdin the glock | |
| Never opened up his lessons, never took us alive | |
| Robbed a liquor store, the old man knew him since four | |
| Still slapped him wit the toast, and son emptied the cash drawer | |
| Watchin news flicks, what the kid did, gettin famous | |
| Found the owner in the back of the store, left brainless | |
| The stainless was found, in the sewer three blocks down | |
| The de's flashed his picture around the polo grounds | |
| Kicked his grandmother door down, wit a search warrant | |
| Hand cuffed him in his boxers, tipped off by an informer | |
| He was sentenced to thirty-two, quite quality | |
| Allah rules, he should of listened to his jewels | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| [la the darkman and masta killa] | |
| Young thugs don't live long | |
| Life is a game of chess, and you playin a pawn | |
| I be king, listen to the knowledge i born | |
| Walk a righteous path, and you can never go wrong (word up) | |
| [masta killa] | |
| This be the dance of the drunken, niggas found slunken | |
| Over the stand room and one to his head black | |
| All those he drove his next destination of home | |
| Suddenly sniped from civilization | |
| Reality starts to set in, his last thoughts | |
| Flashin back to where it all begun | |
| A shorty who slum for a militant soldier | |
| Who made his bones by holdin down the corner | |
| Never turned snitch even though he was pinched by the feds | |
| He held his weight and did a bid | |
| A two to six, as he sinned from his cell wit a vengence | |
| He held in his heart like a icepick | |
| Physically, he's cut the fuck up | |
| Tryin to maintain but his head is fucked up | |
| To learn, the word on the streets confirmed | |
| Of the sickness, murderin a family member that turn | |
| Informant, he shot this enormous in silence | |
| Who broke it, this lead to bloodshed and violence | |
| [u-god] | |
| This chick iris out in queens had a cocaine lexus | |
| Dime sexes, she rock a leather g necklace | |
| Building reckless, queen kingpin deathwish | |
| Hit women that'll fuck you and return them ya essence | |
| This evil widow, she pulled a fo'-fo' out the pillow | |
| Wit a silencer, la costra nostra cats, they admired her | |
| They hide a force sting to hit the north region king of teamster | |
| Head c.e.o. of, a major ring but one thing | |
| Lead to another, a leaf, new recover | |
| She got side-swiped, tied up, he buck fifty cutter | |
| He shot her both knees then, dumper her in the gutter | |
| It was gorry, the top nigga tortured her for glory | |
| But, he let her live so she could about this story |
| zuò qǔ : Hawkins, Jackson, Turner | |
| Bear witness to the god, young thugs don' t live long | |
| Life is a game of chess you play the pawn, knowledge i born | |
| Walk a righteous path, you can never go wrong | |
| Yo east new york gon ? skin connectin me?, this kid live next to me | |
| Manifests ecstacy, to specialize in treachery | |
| Subliminal, wanted to be nuttin, but a criminal | |
| Wit braids, and dooloo dropped out the eight grade | |
| Tradin rocks, mad obsessed wit guns, was infected | |
| Should of came amongst gods, could of been resurrected | |
| He expected to live long, holdin the glock | |
| Never opened up his lessons, never took us alive | |
| Robbed a liquor store, the old man knew him since four | |
| Still slapped him wit the toast, and son emptied the cash drawer | |
| Watchin news flicks, what the kid did, gettin famous | |
| Found the owner in the back of the store, left brainless | |
| The stainless was found, in the sewer three blocks down | |
| The de' s flashed his picture around the polo grounds | |
| Kicked his grandmother door down, wit a search warrant | |
| Hand cuffed him in his boxers, tipped off by an informer | |
| He was sentenced to thirtytwo, quite quality | |
| Allah rules, he should of listened to his jewels | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| la the darkman and masta killa | |
| Young thugs don' t live long | |
| Life is a game of chess, and you playin a pawn | |
| I be king, listen to the knowledge i born | |
| Walk a righteous path, and you can never go wrong word up | |
| masta killa | |
| This be the dance of the drunken, niggas found slunken | |
| Over the stand room and one to his head black | |
| All those he drove his next destination of home | |
| Suddenly sniped from civilization | |
| Reality starts to set in, his last thoughts | |
| Flashin back to where it all begun | |
| A shorty who slum for a militant soldier | |
| Who made his bones by holdin down the corner | |
| Never turned snitch even though he was pinched by the feds | |
| He held his weight and did a bid | |
| A two to six, as he sinned from his cell wit a vengence | |
| He held in his heart like a icepick | |
| Physically, he' s cut the fuck up | |
| Tryin to maintain but his head is fucked up | |
| To learn, the word on the streets confirmed | |
| Of the sickness, murderin a family member that turn | |
| Informant, he shot this enormous in silence | |
| Who broke it, this lead to bloodshed and violence | |
| ugod | |
| This chick iris out in queens had a cocaine lexus | |
| Dime sexes, she rock a leather g necklace | |
| Building reckless, queen kingpin deathwish | |
| Hit women that' ll fuck you and return them ya essence | |
| This evil widow, she pulled a fo' fo' out the pillow | |
| Wit a silencer, la costra nostra cats, they admired her | |
| They hide a force sting to hit the north region king of teamster | |
| Head c. e. o. of, a major ring but one thing | |
| Lead to another, a leaf, new recover | |
| She got sideswiped, tied up, he buck fifty cutter | |
| He shot her both knees then, dumper her in the gutter | |
| It was gorry, the top nigga tortured her for glory | |
| But, he let her live so she could about this story |