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Darkim Be Allah - Nyc lyrics
[Chorus: Darkim Be Allah]
 Peace to Queens, New York City
 They wildin, Shaolin, New York City
 And crooks in, Brooklyn, New York City
 And problems, Harlem, New York City
 Representin the Bronx, New York City
 Representin the Bronx, New York City
 [Darkim Be Allah]
 My clan melt it, the last man killed it
 White collar money, get piltered
 Street corner, fourty's get tilted
 Yo, spark that, when I speak math, don't remark back
 and start that shit, 'Pac you got heart infinite
 I hit like nine millimeter, so the Adidas
 Put fear God, in none believers
 It's jumped off, let your head down
 Take your Pumps off, niggas get it started
 To the lock-down and the party
 To all of my niggas, fame blown, came home touchin case
 Thugs on the block, duckin strays
 Purple haze highed up, right up
 Jumped out the wood, hoes look sharp
 Niggas get shook, hearts took, crooks
 Street crimin-al, learn his game as a juvenile
 Money in the fame, for the meanwhile
 Style like Priest and Tommy, The east coast and 'nomic
 You want that uncut, fuck with Donnie
 I'm priceless, separate the men from the micesDarkim Be Allah - Nyc - http://motolyrics.com/darkim-be-allah/nyc-lyrics.html
 Name of the game on my dices
 See me bowlin, we got to know when to roll 'em
 And when to hold 'em, when to walk, when to do the Jesse Owens
 Donnie Banks, count what I'm holdin at the table
 These niggas bust shots in your name brand
 Holes through your label, snatch all the ice off your cable
[Chorus]
 [Darkim Be Allah]
 Before I murk out, pull a bird out
 Blew his shirt out, put the heard out, do my work-out
 Just in case I'm in a place, no shells to replace
 I still spark flame, knuckle game to the face
 and haste, I leave him with his out-line traced up
 Do his ace up, laced up from the waist up
 The bound took my bass up, adjustin the treble
 Boom with my volume on the highest level
 The devil can't stop me, brawl like Rocky
 Strained like they drinked cocaine out of poppi
 You look sloppy, tryin to fuck with the all 'n' all
 You can't copy, better duck nigga
 All of y'all'll call for help
 I'ma go out for 'self, if it get too thick
 the whole click get felt, never knealt
 Never lost my belt, cuz I'm lethal
 You ain't my equal, talk to your people
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