Az the World Turnz Lyrics
| Song | Az the World Turnz |
| Artist | LA the Darkman |
| Album | Heist of the Century |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Bougard, Jackson, Woods | |
| (intro: la the darkman, (raekwon)) | |
| Word up. la the dark' and chef. | |
| (true. let's get it right.) | |
| Aiyyo. fourth. | |
| (let's get it right like white.) | |
| Burning that ass. sniff it up. | |
| (you know how we go, kid.) | |
| Like a hound on dope. | |
| (yeah. yeah.) | |
| Word. word life. la the dark'. | |
| Big up to my many buck-buck. | |
| Don't sweat that. | |
| (what up, son.) | |
| It's all good. | |
| (check it. check it.) | |
| (raekwon) | |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo | |
| Aiyyo la, what's up son | |
| Aiyyo, you read the papers | |
| 2 columbian niggaz hit these funny niggaz | |
| A heavy routine, chevy, yukon green | |
| Had crazy coke up in that piece by all means | |
| (la the darkman) | |
| The kids was mad flonting, rae', it had to go down | |
| Killers be coming for your neck, when you wearing a crown | |
| 4-5's and ak's, kids ready to spray | |
| The cats got nine lives from around my way | |
| Timb boots and dough galore, two techs by the door | |
| So, when the po-po come, I can take them to war | |
| (raekwon) | |
| Same subject, techs and royalty checks | |
| Plus marketing the drugs, equal mad respect | |
| I gotta get mine, blast mad nines on a regular | |
| Fake competitor or player, I mean this maker | |
| (la the darkman) | |
| Who's the rap mayor, it's me, I be the slayer | |
| The dark's in the realm, you contemplate your prayers | |
| Meteorite or clips hitting in the 9-5th | |
| All you yapping mc's, like pancakes you get flipped | |
| I got a thirty shot clip at the grip of the hip | |
| I'm a mad av. warrior, young tale from the crypt, kid | |
| (chorus: raekwon, (la the darkman)) | |
| As the world goes round yo the same is the same | |
| (same junkies on the corners shooting shit in their vein) | |
| Whats the deal, black man must rise up to the top | |
| (representing darkman with this real hip hop) | |
| (interlude: raekwon, (la the darkman)) | |
| And you don't stop (and you don't stop) | |
| Yeah! (and you can't stop) and you can't stop | |
| (word up! word drop that style) | |
| (la the darkman) | |
| You only live once, execute your dreams | |
| A third real triple beam, weighed out my scheme | |
| For the cream, my sold cracks, never could relax | |
| Now build with wu-tang, spitting lyrical facts | |
| Young black mad bastard from the concrete street | |
| And never leave the land without strapping my heat | |
| Keep peace and don't beef, word life tariff | |
| I stole the million dollar show 'cause I'm that dark thief | |
| La, dark gold spark, ready to rip you apart | |
| I was born with a gold shield over my heart | |
| So, don't start none, it won't be none | |
| I'm dominating the screen, my reign just begun | |
| I got raw and uncut for the kids doing the biz | |
| You can't figure my physical like a pyramid | |
| I'm that wicked dark star, may la now ride | |
| I switch to warp space 5 like the starship enterprise | |
| Shy... | |
| (chorus to fade) |
| zuo qu : Bougard, Jackson, Woods | |
| intro: la the darkman, raekwon | |
| Word up. la the dark' and chef. | |
| true. let' s get it right. | |
| Aiyyo. fourth. | |
| let' s get it right like white. | |
| Burning that ass. sniff it up. | |
| you know how we go, kid. | |
| Like a hound on dope. | |
| yeah. yeah. | |
| Word. word life. la the dark'. | |
| Big up to my many buckbuck. | |
| Don' t sweat that. | |
| what up, son. | |
| It' s all good. | |
| check it. check it. | |
| raekwon | |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo | |
| Aiyyo la, what' s up son | |
| Aiyyo, you read the papers | |
| 2 columbian niggaz hit these funny niggaz | |
| A heavy routine, chevy, yukon green | |
| Had crazy coke up in that piece by all means | |
| la the darkman | |
| The kids was mad flonting, rae', it had to go down | |
| Killers be coming for your neck, when you wearing a crown | |
| 45' s and ak' s, kids ready to spray | |
| The cats got nine lives from around my way | |
| Timb boots and dough galore, two techs by the door | |
| So, when the popo come, I can take them to war | |
| raekwon | |
| Same subject, techs and royalty checks | |
| Plus marketing the drugs, equal mad respect | |
| I gotta get mine, blast mad nines on a regular | |
| Fake competitor or player, I mean this maker | |
| la the darkman | |
| Who' s the rap mayor, it' s me, I be the slayer | |
| The dark' s in the realm, you contemplate your prayers | |
| Meteorite or clips hitting in the 95th | |
| All you yapping mc' s, like pancakes you get flipped | |
| I got a thirty shot clip at the grip of the hip | |
| I' m a mad av. warrior, young tale from the crypt, kid | |
| chorus: raekwon, la the darkman | |
| As the world goes round yo the same is the same | |
| same junkies on the corners shooting shit in their vein | |
| Whats the deal, black man must rise up to the top | |
| representing darkman with this real hip hop | |
| interlude: raekwon, la the darkman | |
| And you don' t stop and you don' t stop | |
| Yeah! and you can' t stop and you can' t stop | |
| word up! word drop that style | |
| la the darkman | |
| You only live once, execute your dreams | |
| A third real triple beam, weighed out my scheme | |
| For the cream, my sold cracks, never could relax | |
| Now build with wutang, spitting lyrical facts | |
| Young black mad bastard from the concrete street | |
| And never leave the land without strapping my heat | |
| Keep peace and don' t beef, word life tariff | |
| I stole the million dollar show ' cause I' m that dark thief | |
| La, dark gold spark, ready to rip you apart | |
| I was born with a gold shield over my heart | |
| So, don' t start none, it won' t be none | |
| I' m dominating the screen, my reign just begun | |
| I got raw and uncut for the kids doing the biz | |
| You can' t figure my physical like a pyramid | |
| I' m that wicked dark star, may la now ride | |
| I switch to warp space 5 like the starship enterprise | |
| Shy... | |
| chorus to fade |
| zuò qǔ : Bougard, Jackson, Woods | |
| intro: la the darkman, raekwon | |
| Word up. la the dark' and chef. | |
| true. let' s get it right. | |
| Aiyyo. fourth. | |
| let' s get it right like white. | |
| Burning that ass. sniff it up. | |
| you know how we go, kid. | |
| Like a hound on dope. | |
| yeah. yeah. | |
| Word. word life. la the dark'. | |
| Big up to my many buckbuck. | |
| Don' t sweat that. | |
| what up, son. | |
| It' s all good. | |
| check it. check it. | |
| raekwon | |
| Yo, yo, yo, yo | |
| Aiyyo la, what' s up son | |
| Aiyyo, you read the papers | |
| 2 columbian niggaz hit these funny niggaz | |
| A heavy routine, chevy, yukon green | |
| Had crazy coke up in that piece by all means | |
| la the darkman | |
| The kids was mad flonting, rae', it had to go down | |
| Killers be coming for your neck, when you wearing a crown | |
| 45' s and ak' s, kids ready to spray | |
| The cats got nine lives from around my way | |
| Timb boots and dough galore, two techs by the door | |
| So, when the popo come, I can take them to war | |
| raekwon | |
| Same subject, techs and royalty checks | |
| Plus marketing the drugs, equal mad respect | |
| I gotta get mine, blast mad nines on a regular | |
| Fake competitor or player, I mean this maker | |
| la the darkman | |
| Who' s the rap mayor, it' s me, I be the slayer | |
| The dark' s in the realm, you contemplate your prayers | |
| Meteorite or clips hitting in the 95th | |
| All you yapping mc' s, like pancakes you get flipped | |
| I got a thirty shot clip at the grip of the hip | |
| I' m a mad av. warrior, young tale from the crypt, kid | |
| chorus: raekwon, la the darkman | |
| As the world goes round yo the same is the same | |
| same junkies on the corners shooting shit in their vein | |
| Whats the deal, black man must rise up to the top | |
| representing darkman with this real hip hop | |
| interlude: raekwon, la the darkman | |
| And you don' t stop and you don' t stop | |
| Yeah! and you can' t stop and you can' t stop | |
| word up! word drop that style | |
| la the darkman | |
| You only live once, execute your dreams | |
| A third real triple beam, weighed out my scheme | |
| For the cream, my sold cracks, never could relax | |
| Now build with wutang, spitting lyrical facts | |
| Young black mad bastard from the concrete street | |
| And never leave the land without strapping my heat | |
| Keep peace and don' t beef, word life tariff | |
| I stole the million dollar show ' cause I' m that dark thief | |
| La, dark gold spark, ready to rip you apart | |
| I was born with a gold shield over my heart | |
| So, don' t start none, it won' t be none | |
| I' m dominating the screen, my reign just begun | |
| I got raw and uncut for the kids doing the biz | |
| You can' t figure my physical like a pyramid | |
| I' m that wicked dark star, may la now ride | |
| I switch to warp space 5 like the starship enterprise | |
| Shy... | |
| chorus to fade |
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