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    Polluted Wisdom

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    Polluted Wisdom
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      Lyrics for La The Darkman - "Polluted Wisdom"

      Yo,yo
      Trapacane, Word up
      Here to speak about yo,
      Polluted Wisdom
      Yeah, 2nd Chamber, to all the Boos
      Polluted Wisdom, 2nd Chamber, yo

      Verse 1:

      I knew this chick named Gina drove a royal blue beamer
      Holdin' 2 chrome ninas fucking baby like Nadina
      Wore corn braids, I used to hit it back in the days
      Now she a coke slayer Italian niggas gettin 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 robbed 50 Gs flat from a sharp
      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 army cause her body out in Cali
      Terribly mistaken strung on yeh the hits creation
      Tryin to fly 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 want to be a queen but went about all the wrong way
      She still hangin in bars, being Diana Ross
      Friday and Saturday jumping back and forth in niggas cars
      Now I fill wid King at the bar guzzling gin
      Thinking he the man cause he gotta 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 sayin?, word
      To all the wisdom, living a fast life
      Yeah, you rather see the light
      Park 'n brake know what I'm sayin?
      Word up, reality, word up
      Yo

      Verse 2:

      Risen by grief she live in a plot wid a knot
      Been in the block wid ten crisp Gs in her pock
      She ain't startin it, joint off safety, three clips
      Peep the rear-view some dreads pulled back her whips
      So she mercked off they mercked to and 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 Uzi ooh op the next man block hot
      Through the action four by-standers was shot
      But it continued, shorty hittin ninety, scraped the Benz
      Still scaring begging Allah for her sins
      Wid no friends she had to handle beef on the dolo
      3 shells came through the window one went through her Polo
      Now she swerving needing a doctor like Jay Ervin
      2 other chickens that knew her severe lesson they was learning
      Sipping Burbon she reloaded seeing her life being demoted
      Catch a flashback remember shit Scarface quoted
      Still lickin of shell, feeling the fire of hell
      Moved in mad blood trying to make it back to the hotel
      Dread licked off a pack she had no chance to react
      Firing emptying clips from fifty shot caps
      2 more caught her in her back the others made the tire flat
      The car flipped 13 times dunn and dead was that
      Dead was that, word up black

      Yeah, yo, for all the women
      Watch what you do and who you screw
      Yeah, be a queen and not a money fiend
      Knaw what I mean, word up
      Protect yourslef LA The Darkman
      RZArector

      SONGWRITERS:
      DIGGS, ROBERT F. / , Y
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