Donnie Brasco - La the Darkman

I’m nineteen, doing nothing but getting that green

Lexus C, playin' the club scene

Every weekend, catch me with a different Puerto Rican

Mami, who wanna do nothing but slide me

I’m movin' on a twinkies dip, eyes chunky

Gucci hat, Gucci sweater, couldn’t feel better

Stayin' at the bar, in the limelight

Got the four fifth and a box cutter, I’m tight

Drink all night, think all night

Rock a new Air Force One’s all white

Bitches sweatin' me, niggas eyein' my style

It’s all good, ain’t fucked a nigga up in a while

Then Fats walked in, then Shay walked in

Then Raboo, Shotti Screw, and Kay walked in

Aight now, my click just stepped in the place

First nigga act up, I’mma blow him in his face

Where Leopard Ed, them niggas at home in the bed

With 'Lonzo, he with his wiz and his seeds, yo

Back to the storo', this nigga keep lookin' at me

That’s the same nigga, every weekend, I see

At, every bar, that, I got to

He starin' at me, duke, do I know you?

Nah, you don’t know, but I seen you around, though

Shark Bar and Palladium in New Ro'

Geez, I’m tryin' to figure out, this nigga steez

He remember the spots, where he seen me at, please

What’s your name, dun?

Steve, what you do?

Slang trees

You see this platinum Roli', hangin' off my sleeve

My first thought, yeah, get faster ticket

Get his chain and his watch, leave his ass butt naked

Second thought, this nigga gotta be playin'

He got his jewelry, all out in the club

But why he so quick, tell me, he sell drugs

All my niggas drinkin' Crystal, standin' on the wall

Not knowin' this nigga, gon' be, my downfall

And none of us look like, the working type

Nine to five, never had a job in my life

I’m proud of that, whitey ain’t pimpin' me

Even though I might see the penitentiary

Still trying to pull a Heist to the Century

Make bitches catch chills when you mention me

Yo Steve, I don’t fuck with drugs, yo

Got a record company and we about to blow

Yo money, don’t tell me that lame shit

Save it for the cops, I could see you sell bricks

What’s your name?

La, look La, I ain’t the one

Won’t you just come kick it with me, sometime, son

We exchange math, hit 'em, straight routine way

Believe, the nigga, hit me up the next day

Yo, La, this Steve, what’s the deal, my friend

Yo, I’m havin' a party, and I want you attend

Come through, as a matter fact, bring your crew

Sing Sing Killas, and the niggas from the Wu

Damn, this kid know my whole family

This might be the connect I want, can’t be

Cuz he movin' too fast, one day, if he got cash

I’mma check him out, dun, how I get to your lab

It’s upstate, take the Deacon in the Westchester

Just come through, La, and I’mma bless ya

I got models, about thirty Crys' bottles

And after they get drunk, they suck and swallow

I’m there, what time, yo, it start around nine

Got thirty girls coming, nothin' less than a dime

I show up at the crib, four garage mansion

Walked in, nothin' but bad bitches dancin'

Some dancing with niggas, some dancing together

I think to myself, it can’t get no better

What up Steve, yo, La, my friend

You late, had a hard time gettin' in?

It’s good to see you, and your people

Look La, I’mma tell you just what I wanna do

To the point, I got about four hundred bricks

And my only problem is movin' the shit

What you Cuban, Dominican, but what does that matter

My only concern, is makin' your pockets fatter

I’m watchin' you, all the clubs, spendin' cheese

What your stash look like, I guess a hundred g’s

For me, that’s enough to buy about ten ki’s

Ten thousand a piece, chine white, capisce?

Oh no, this shit can’t be true

Offerin' that price in New York, should of knew

Yo Steve, I don’t play up out my change

La, my friend, this is not a gamee

Think I’d bring you to my home, just to play

Yo, Steve, all type of shit happened today

But anyway, I hope, you keepin' it real

Cuz you know, I might take you up on that deal

Thinkin', to myself, this price is a steal

See him a couple times, son, I could stack a mil'

Hung out with him, Cheetah’s, Envy, a few times

Ran a couple train, on a few dimes

I’m kickin' it, harder than I ever did

Copped a house, built an arcade in it for my kids

Race cars, Tekken, pool tables, cool

I’m lovin' my life, everything was goin' smooth

Doin', yeah, forty bricks a month

Drinkin' nothin' but Crys', smokin' hydro blunts

Shay copped a Benz, Fats copped a Benz

Screw copped a Caddy, Kay stacked his ends

And damn, I wish I would of did the same

Everything fucked up when them indictments came

F.B.I.

at my door, must of got the wrong name, it’s a bust

And sir, you comin' with us

And we know what you been doin', for the last twelve months

Fuck, I got dough, I’m going to trail, yo

But Steve was a fed, Donnie Brasco