Lucci
La the Darkman Lyrics


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[Intro: La the Darkman]
Gun rule. We gon' make this spicy.
It's La Trapacanty right here.
You know? And we gon' do it like this.
Yeah. Darkman.

[La the Darkman]
Yo, yo, watch the Corleone give neck ties and puff bones
Stick arabs for the crystals like Indiana Jones
Witness, La, hands of stone, on this action packed odessey
Majesty, livin out the golden book prophecy
Unstoppable, Iron Shiek of rap speaks
Blaze a tree in the street, blue and grey benz jeep
Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
New entrepreneur, no match to go to war
On tour, blowin smoke out the four by four
Enjoyin life, I don't know a man who live twice
Cee-Lo, king, rollin dice, holdin Glaciers of Ice
Playin ninety-seven matten at the loft of Manhatten
While I get blitzed and rich, watch him run short flicks
With a bad chick, La been raw since eighty-six
On the block, new kicks with chalk and skunk mitts
Son, i'm fortunate to still be here, shells is close
City Lights, La The Dark, stay conceilin the toast
'cause thieves who decieve get loot the most
But thieves that see me are left Holy as the Ghost

[Chorus x2: La the Darkman]
For that lucci, it's all about that lucci
For that lucci, it's all about that
Gettin money in many ways in these lasy days
With Venom written wisdom, I have to say crime pays

[La the Darkman]
I'd rather die if I'm not livin fly, Now why
Can't get a job with a corporate, fuck it, I'm gettin high
Suicide committed in cells, dwellers square as hell
Children can't have a chance with impairable bells
Sufferin in a jail, I only recognize a soul
Reach one with a cold force, gon' be the one that have to be told
Behold the son of God with a scroll
Flame throwin lyrics, niggaz better stop, drop and roll
Lyrics is gold, Darkman pushin up in the land
Hit a spot fot a Rolex watch, two thousand grams
Now dip, 'cause loose lip shorts ain't shit
But in this drug rap, I bang like the Bloods and the Crips
Guns and clips seen to make my state rotate
Stayin close to a hornet, drinkin, bustin that jake
Holdin my weight, now a purchase 'bout to case
When I coke 'em and drop 'em it equal Cali earthquakes
I escape, baggin worth, pawn porcelain plates
Get ill like Al Capone after sniffin that ape
And my state from the halls of Hell
Sing-sing stick a spear through your chest like an ear and an earring

[Chorus]

[La the Darkman]
Niggaz and sneakers and over-night night crawler creapers
Cake junkies on the Jones plannin a heist to get ya speakers
In that Acura, same soldiers attackin ya
Desert camellion, no civilian, better know as Dracula
Seven, I'm 'bout to see about a half a mil'
With twenty niggaz perfectin in Kung Fu skills
And fuck bitches, they only want they name on my will
And all you half-ass rappers, kid, you need to be killed
My shit is ill, the eels gave birth to my friend
I represent on all tracks like the number four train
Maintain, it's all about the cheese you gain
I get the studies, then the money and the bitches, fuck the fame





[Chorus]

Overall Meaning

"Lucci," by La the Darkman, is a song that captures the perspective of a young man from the streets of New York City trying to make it big in the drug game. The song features lyrics that describe the violent nature of his profession as he claims to stick up Arabs for crystals and give neckties and puff bones, the language used to describe murder. He also references his luxurious lifestyle and his willingness to take risks to acquire his financial gains. The song highlights the importance of money to the singer, who declares that he'd rather die than not live fly, and his ability to make a living by any means necessary.


The overarching theme of the song is the pursuit of financial gain in a ruthless manner. It portrays the life of a young drug dealer who wants to be successful, regardless of the consequences. La the Darkman speaks candidly about his illegal activities and his struggles with law enforcement while trying to maintain his status in the drug game. His lyrics reflect the harsh reality of the streets, and he uses powerful imagery to emphasize the violent nature of his surroundings. The song is a showcase of La the Darkman's impressive lyricism and showcases his ability to tell a story through his music.


Line by Line Meaning

Gun rule. We gon' make this spicy.
We are going to make this intense with firearms.


Yo, yo, watch the Corleone give neck ties and puff bones
Watch me kill people in the style of the Corleone family by strangling and smoking their remains.


Stick arabs for the crystals like Indiana Jones
I rob Arab drug dealers for their drugs, likening myself to Indiana Jones.


Witness, La, hands of stone, on this action packed odessey
Watch me, La the Darkman, with my powerful fists on this dangerous journey.


Majesty, livin out the golden book prophecy
I am living out the prophecy of the golden book with my grandeur and wealth.


Unstoppable, Iron Shiek of rap speaks
I am an unstoppable force in rap, like the wrestler Iron Sheik.


Blaze a tree in the street, blue and grey benz jeep
Smoke marijuana in the street and drive around in a blue and grey Mercedes-Benz Jeep.


Tazmanian, rebel, new Wu tycoon
I am a Tasmanian devil-like rebel and a new member of the Wu-Tang Clan business empire.


Two thousand-five lyrics, you'll catch on soon
My lyrical style from 2005 will soon become popular.


New entrepreneur, no match to go to war
I am a new entrepreneur, well-equipped for any conflict.


On tour, blowin smoke out the four by four
While on tour, I smoke marijuana in a luxury SUV.


Enjoyin life, I don't know a man who live twice
I am enjoying life to the fullest, knowing that one only lives once.


Cee-Lo, king, rollin dice, holdin Glaciers of Ice
I am with Cee-Lo, gambling and holding large diamonds.


Playin ninety-seven matten at the loft of Manhatten
Playing a popular card game in a high-end apartment in Manhattan.


While I get blitzed and rich, watch him run short flicks
While I get high and wealthy, I watch him produce short films.


With a bad chick, La been raw since eighty-six
I have been cool and popular with attractive women since 1986.


On the block, new kicks with chalk and skunk mitts
I wear new shoes on the streets, carrying chalk and marijuana.


Son, i'm fortunate to still be here, shells is close
I am lucky to be alive, having survived many close calls with gunshots.


City Lights, La The Dark, stay conceilin the toast
I, La the Darkman, stay hidden and armed in the lights of the city.


'cause thieves who decieve get loot the most
Criminals who deceive others get the most profits.


But thieves that see me are left Holy as the Ghost
Criminals who see me are either scared or dead.


For that lucci, it's all about that lucci
It's all about getting money or 'lucci.'


Gettin money in many ways in these lasy days
I am getting money in various ways in these lazy and easy times.


With Venom written wisdom, I have to say crime pays
With my wise and dangerous words, I have to say that crime is profitable.


I'd rather die if I'm not livin fly, Now why
I would rather die than live poorly or without style.


Can't get a job with a corporate, fuck it, I'm gettin high
I cannot get a job in the corporate world, so I will get high instead.


Suicide committed in cells, dwellers square as hell
Inmates in prison commit suicide, living in hellish quarters.


Children can't have a chance with impairable bells
Children do not have opportunities with permanent criminal records.


Sufferin in a jail, I only recognize a soul
While in jail, I only recognize a person's soul, not their outer appearance.


Reach one with a cold force, gon' be the one that have to be told
I will reach out to people with a tough attitude, forcing them to listen to me.


Behold the son of God with a scroll
Look at me, a talented and powerful person, holding important knowledge.


Flame throwin lyrics, niggaz better stop, drop and roll
I am a rapper with so much heat, that my enemies should stop, drop and roll to avoid getting burned.


Lyrics is gold, Darkman pushin up in the land
My lyrics are valuable, and I am successful in my industry.


Hit a spot fot a Rolex watch, two thousand grams
I find a location to steal a Rolex watch and 2,000 grams of drugs.


Now dip, 'cause loose lip shorts ain't shit
Now let's leave before gossipers can cause trouble for us.


But in this drug rap, I bang like the Bloods and the Crips
In this rap about drugs, I am fierce and powerful like the gangs Bloods and Crips.


Guns and clips seen to make my state rotate
Having guns and bullets is how I control my state.


Stayin close to a hornet, drinkin, bustin that jake
I am staying close to an attractive woman, drinking alcohol and smoking marijuana.


Holdin my weight, now a purchase 'bout to case
I am successful and powerful, and now I am about to make a major purchase.


When I coke 'em and drop 'em it equal Cali earthquakes
When I kill (or rob) people, it causes earthquakes in California (similar to saying I am a big deal).


I escape, baggin worth, pawn porcelain plates
I escape from trouble, holding valuable items like porcelain plates.


Get ill like Al Capone after sniffin that ape
I become powerful and sick like Al Capone after using drugs.


And my state from the halls of Hell
My location is from a terrible and dangerous place.


Sing-sing stick a spear through your chest like an ear and an earring
I will hurt you badly, piercing through your chest with a spear like an earring.


Niggaz and sneakers and over-night night crawler creapers
People who rob and kill wear sneakers and are nocturnal and sneaky.


Cake junkies on the Jones plannin a heist to get ya speakers
Drug addicts on a mission to rob and steal speakers from you.


In that Acura, same soldiers attackin ya
I am driving an Acura while the same group of people attack and rob you.


Desert camellion, no civilian, better know as Dracula
I am changing and adapting to my environment, like a desert chameleon, and I am not a civilian, more like Dracula.


Seven, I'm 'bout to see about a half a mil'
I am about to see if I can obtain $500,000.


With twenty niggaz perfectin in Kung Fu skills
I am with 20 people who are skilled in Kung Fu.


And fuck bitches, they only want they name on my will
I have sex with women, but they only care about being included in my inheritance paperwork.


And all you half-ass rappers, kid, you need to be killed
All the mediocre rappers deserve to die.


My shit is ill, the eels gave birth to my friend
My work is amazing, and the people around me are important to my success.


I represent on all tracks like the number four train
I am very skilled and influential, like the popular train line number four.


Maintain, it's all about the cheese you gain
Stay strong and focused, it's all about making money.


I get the studies, then the money and the bitches, fuck the fame
I focus on knowledge, then getting money and women, not on fame.




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