Polluted Wisdom - La the Darkman

Yo, yo, yeah

Trafficante, word up

Here to speak about, yo

Polluted Wisdom, yeah, 2nd Chamber, to all the boos

Polluted Wisdom, 2nd Chamber, yo

I know this chick named Gina drove a royal blue Beamer

Holding two chrome ninas, fucking daily like Adina

Wore corn braids, I used to hit it back in the days

Now she a coke slave, Italian niggas getting her pay

But that’s her heritage, she stayed sniffed up, no sorrow

Clean her toes for today gave a fuck about tomorrow

But she borrowed 50 Gs flat from a shark

Now they trying to make the chick history like Noah’s Ark

She blew the cheddar, she live on the low where it’s better

Copped the condo, some jewels, and a '97 Jetta

Now she know she Big Will but wrong she Silly Sally

Think she handling armies 'cause her body out in Cali

Terribly mistaken strung on yay in its creation

Trying to slide down south with the cream from the Jamaicans

It’s a woman hunt been on for 'bout 3 months

When they catch her some say they pouring gas in her cunt

Torch it like a blunt and sparked on the God born day

She wanted to be a queen but went about it all the wrong way

She still hanging in bars, being Diana Ross

Friday and Saturday jumping back and forth in niggas' cars

Now I see her with Ken at the bar guzzling gin

Thinking he the man 'cause he got a 500 Benz

He like it raw when he touch skin, Gina just a friend

Not knowing the type of lifestyle shorty was in

From Shaolin

Word up, think again

Know what I’m saying? Word

To all the wisdoms, living a fast life

Yeah, you rather see the light

Pump your breaks, know what I’m saying?

Word up, it’s reality, word up, yo

Driven by greed, she live in a plot with a knot

Been in the block with ten crisp Gs in her pock

She ain’t stunting it, joint off safety, three clips

Peep the rear-view some dreads pulled back her whips

So she murked off they murked too it’s drama again

Just bought a first-class ticket going to Michigan

She tried to come out alive grabbed the joint then sat aside

Thinking if she shoot first then her life can’t be denied

Started blazing, shorty was no joke, she blinked

Using rapid fire, the dreads trying to hit her gas tank

Testing Uzis, ooh-wops, the next man block cock

Through the action four bystanders was shot

But it continued, shorty hitting ninety, scraped the Benz

Still steering, begging Allah for her sins

With no friends she had to handle beef on the dolo

Three shells came through the window one went through her Polo

Now she swerving needing a doctor like J Erving

Two other chickens that knew her, severe lesson they was learning

Sipping bourbon she reloaded seeing her life being demoted

Catch a flashback remember shit Scarface quoted

Still licking off shells, feeling the fires of hell

Losing mad blood trying to make it back to the hotel

Dreads licked off, attacked, she had no chance to react

Firing emptying clips from fifty-shot gats

Two more caught her in her back, the others made the tires flat

The car flipped thirteen times dun and that was that

That was that

Word up black

Yeah, yo, to all the women

Watch what you do and who you screw

Yeah, be a queen and not a money fiend

Know what I mean? Word up

Protect yourself La the Darkman / Rzarectah

Hombre, in this business you always end up on one side of the gun or the other.

Shoot, go 'head, shoot