Welcome everybody delt the way you all

Stand tall while you crawlin’

I’m a watch you fall

Darkroom

Creepin’ on a full moon

Four in the afternoon

Either way you’re gonna meet your doom

Floatin’ down a river

Understand I don’t really give a

I’m a killa

So jump out this hell hole

But I ain’t done

Never 1 a fuckin’ handfull

It’s like this

Come and try to step into my mist

Taste a kiss of the end of my brown fist

You should a known we were deeper than your momma’s crack

You should a known by my rep that I’d be comin’ back

I brought some rope

A shovel and my Dickie golves

Black ski mask, and no mutha fuckin’ love

Either way he can’t be found

Take him outta town

Dig him underground

Too bad yo family did not know that you were playin’ games

But maybe someday they’ll find your skeletal remains

Boom, Bam

Oh, Pow

Got you bloody on your knees

And I’m laughin’ with the crazy smile

Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha -=more laughing=-

You thought you had me knocked down

Now I’m goin’ for the pound

Like I said we aren’t hard lookin’ in the dark

You know you better run when you see my cuete spark

I’m not the type to do a shoot and run

Best belive I’m walkin’ up

And shoot you again just for fun

Man I won

Cuz it’s all just a game

And no matter where you go

Man I told ya it’s all the same

So don’t try it

Just jump on the band wagon

Anybody left

I’m gonna leave ’em hangin’ back up

Vatos comin’ at ya five deep

Just a handfull of camaradas that’ll make you bleed

BLEED, BLEED, BLEED

The greatest trick the devil ever pulled

Was convincing the world he didn’t exist

Back in again

The Latin kid be bringin’ you the boom

A handfull of MC’s representin’ the Darkroom

Five minds gettin’ loose

With five kinds of flows

Here to keep you busta MC’s on your toes

Never 1 is giving ’em Low Down flows

And who knows better than I know

My bro I know

We gettin’ rough like a rhino

Fuckin’ shit up

With the capital F

And we ain’t done

Check out the one with nothin’ left

And just when you thought

That you was up in the palce to be

That mutha fucka Mr. Kee

From the Sucka Free

Puttin’ it down for the Darkroom Family

You can’t dodge

You can’t juke

Here to drop a nuke

That mutha fucka Duke

And if you still think you can fade the Ace

You a fool

There’s many more up in the Darkroom

This is just a handfull

Foolios

(But I’m out to get loose on y’all right now)

I’m somethin’ like a missin’ link up in this game

Cuz suckas doin’ the same old thang

Hand fulla criz-zack

Gotta watch my back for the buck-buck-bang

It never rains without the fog

I never roll without my dog

And if you slip

I’m jackin’ you and yo bitch

Cuz it’s a fucked up world

But I let these rules and regulations

Since a youngsta

On how to be a hustla

Crooked mutha fucka from the 4-1-5

And if your lame to the game

You’ll never make it alive

And now I’ve gots to cut a creep

On this funky littlen base line

Smoke the blunt

Hook up the mic

Quickly commense to rap

So we don’t waste no time

This hesitation will get you caught up in retaliation

Look at my fortress

And you’ll see no type of penetration

Cuz in my kingdom

It’s just me and my click

So when th crime gets organized

We’re never trippin’ off no punk snitch

We keep it tighter than the fist when it gets hectic

Expect the unexpected

If you choke you’ll get neglected

Watch the chronic smoke exit from my lungs

Puff and pass

Your hoe’s up on my dick

You better believe I’ll tap that ass

Cuz I’m a bonified playa from the Sucka Free

Best to bring a Army if you thinkin’ you can fuck wit Kee

Shit!

Wit bad intentions is the way I grip this microphone

You best to be quick

Cuz if not you’ll feel the chrome

That’s a handfull

(Shit I got a handfull of some hot ballons.

How much you want? I got some A-1 shit)

I got a handfull of A-1 hot ballons in my right pocket

That get you higher than my pussy standards

Off one hop hit

Most of my folks grind

And get their stacks stacker

The best costomers every year is them white crackers

I gotta give a fat ass shout out

To them esses and hicks

You mutha fuckas keep hustlin’

While takin’ shit from the pigs

These days

There’s only a handfull of folks that I trust

My number one potnaz

The Darkroom Family from the cuts

So all you shady characters

Get the fuck out my way

You bitches can’t touch the 2-0-9

Or the Bay

The Darkrooom been runnin’ this shit since ’88

We control the Latin market

All over the Western states

We got over 20 tapes under our belt

Been throwin’ game well since the days of “Freaky Tales”

So I sit in my chair

Lookin’ at placks on the mantle

You don’t wanna see the family

That’s got dope by the handfull

-=Duke talking=-

Hella dope

Nigga we the hop in hip-hop

So take a couple of these balloons

Go make yourself a tape and stop hatin’

And that was how it started

The five of us being brought in

On a trumped up charge

To be leaned on by half-wits

But the cops never figured out

What I know now

Was that these men would never break

Never lie down

Never bend over for anybody

Anybody