Artist: La the Darkman
Album:  The Notorious L.A.D.
Song:   Gangland
Typed by: pneumatic

[Intro: La the Darkman]
Yeah, C.U.B.

[Chorus 2X: La the Darkman]
The Vice Lords, The Gangsta Disciples
The Bloods and the Crips, We all got rifles nigga
Better be cautious where you hang man
Today in America the ghetto is gangland

[La the Darkman]
This cool love, We don't die we multiply
Like roaches, Each individuals hopeless
No focus, Only to squeeze on enemies
We don't got no lessons, We don't know no degrees
We killing machines, Very uncivilized
Seems like I get a rush every time somebody dies
It's like winnin a prize, The reward is props and a jail cell
The flames is as hot as the Devil's Hell
Victim of society, Menace to society
why I love killin my brother, Cause it's inside of me
Wu planted it there, Projects, Welfare
Willie lynch laws implanted in my ears
Now I run around like I don't got a care
But if I get sick I don't got no health care
So I'm assed out like a bitch with a thong on
Now I gotta take the bull with the long horns
And bein broke only causes me to strong arm
Like George Bush I'll send troops with fire arms
So obey the laws of the underworld, It's another world
Governed by the way the bullets twirl
Now sit back and take notes as I blow this marijuana smoke
And it's fresh off the boat
I'm the General, La, At six-five I stand
I got a thousand soldiers at my command and they all...

[Chorus]

[Outro: La the Darkman]
C.U.B., Uhh, Embassy, Mad Ave. nigga, Yeah