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Darkim Be Allah - Niggas Know lyrics
[Darkim]
 Motherfuckas don't know
 I snatch the heart in 'em and pardon 'em
 Try to stop my shine, while I'm sparklin'
 Hold the solar gallant ain't the polar ginko bola
 Survive three stabs to the shoulder, get carried
 Now they bustin shots at my charriot
 Supreme ultimate, love the way they say my name when I'm strokin it
 Fatal strikes rollin with the likes
 Legendary, treat the microphone like it's comisary
 Street military, Warface lookin' scary
 Precarious, love fat ass, but it's various
 Approach me, only my words could play me closely
 Intercontinentally doves, I'm makin love to 'em, mentally above
 Brought the right, some might say
 I came to rock a chamber, banger, Killa Bee stinger
 Rap star ajar and an R&B singer
 Ya ice grillin, but you still ain't killin mics
 Lurkin in my eye, motherfuckers ya be feelin like
 Fuck drinkin, fuck short term thinkin
 Fuck bug niggas trying to floss with their drink and
 I be the iceberg that left ya whole ship thinkin
 The black God, see a rap star in the makin
 Prepare for me, I carefully approach the situation
 Stay humble while I'm rumblin with Satan
 I street relate, got playas hatinDarkim Be Allah - Niggas Know - http://motolyrics.com/darkim-be-allah/niggas-know-lyrics.html
 The manner of a king, breed, catch or freeze nigga,
 Killa Bee Sting
 They lost the round they wrist, and everything is crisp
 Rappin for beef, I made a list
 Blew the death kiss, the legend that truth became a myth
 I calculate, watchin ya friends evaporate in the mystery
 Thinkin that God's a mystery
 Killer bomb threats, blowin this shit outta the content
 My category, mission my words is self explanatory
 Real live hustla, 6'2" and kinda muscular
 Justice is served on the first violation
 Fuck the example, make a statement
 Dwellin in Hell, but maintain a state of harmony
 Thinkin I hear somebody callin me
 Stranger, countin my days, resist the manger
 Swift change makin my heart react to danger
 But state the con tight, one false move I switch to crime life
 Roll with the armory, talkin with heat
 The streets a part of me
 To measure, my styles been hard time for ever
 React to my contact a hardcore felon
 From Manarose to Wesley, 11 years without tellin
 My life for the Black Seven
 and we all give our love to the Black Seven
 Harmony hold the niggas that slept, I check the folder
 Niggas Know me, rather me walk name lonely
 The money, and the fame, and the bitches niggas show me








