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| Mr. Lucci Miscellaneous Diabolical I make them playaz lay it down for the stoney crook you know dem boys known to clown cause we off tha hook Off tha chain with Mary Jane you best ta take a look French connection in East Texas got my body shook Now them playaz say Uhh [Chorus] Ballin so hard it make ya holla We ride for Mr. Diabolical He's not just your average balla We ride for Mr. Diabolical 20 inch blades on a drop top benz Ballin so hard doing it so clean He's not just ya average balla We ride for Mr. Diabolical [Verse 1] Now who am I the ngga from D.T stacking cheese And Flipping G's and making them C's respect me I'ma head hunter fed stunta candy red runna Comin through on twenties choppin boys like Benihana's I'm burning hot like summers and sauna's while digging tunnels And bitch niggas and flaunter and fake ass cliques with bumpas 5'7 and monstrous shakin states and continents Mr. Lucci be bombing bitch in these fools with continence (I swear) I'ma harm to this (I swear) I done pourn through this (I swear) I'll mourn a bitch (I swear) Casue I was born to this With enormous cliques of ballas and hustlas Playaz and Pimps stake shrimps And glimpse of Lucci they catch a glimpse Only 17 but I'm still holding this shit down like a healthy king With a wealthy team ya'll floss a whole lotta ice But i'm still bezzletine mine ain't no dream It's the real thang so ya'll betta check it Mr. Lucci bringing it to ya from ~Dallas, Texas~ [Chorus] Bitch ain't no easin me and my niggas need no reason Open and kill season on any nigga that's breathing I'm known for leaving niggas bleeding eternally sleepin I'ma heathen I keep bullets fighting like kids teething I'm quick to 'eliminate and penetrate the ones who playa hate Find the nigga be the way and duck tape on the interstate Now let a nigga play the wig splitter in the wrong way See him the next day with Lucci autograph on his neck brace From the ~Lone Star State~ I make bones break with own fools Fuck em up in D-Town and bury em down in Long View Death is upon you when I straight march with my stone heart crew What's up wit it i'm here to split it cause that's what I do L-U-C-C-I betta take a picture bitch All niggas that's hatin Lucci is all niggas that can suck dick Betta thank quick cause I'm coming and gunning in your direction Shh, and hold that down while Lucci show these boys a lesson [Chorus] Say dog i'ma straight up ~Texan~ so ain't no stoppin when i'm flexin Light reflecting off up the bagits in my necklace I'ma lyric infection that they can't cure up on these dope tracks Getting nitty and gritty putting my city on the damn map I brang mo Bam Bam than Bigalo with these sick floes Affiliated with kick doe's alarms, bombs and kick hoes Can of slick loads is what I flip when I dip slow I gots ta grip doe and handle my business be's my motto This ain't no normal nigga I be that diabolical figure With a whole clique of killas triggas ready to spill ya I'll peel ya cap back with real niggas In a milla meter of a second begin ejectin and straight wettin Dissecting your section when you done crest me in the plexin We told you we was soldiers at the beginning when we was noticed Now who the coldest who the boldest and who the roughtest Mr. Lucci a*k*a diabolical mutha fuckas chorus till end |
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