Peace. haha donÔÇÖt make me laugh!
All I hear is muthafuckerÔÇÖs talkinÔÇÖ sucotash
LivinÔÇÖ large, tellinÔÇÖ me to get out the gang
IÔÇÖm a nigga, gotta live by the trigger
How the fuck do you figure?
That I can say peace and the gunshots wonÔÇÖt cease
Every cop killinÔÇÖ goes ignored
They just send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a fuck about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, theyÔÇÖd probably be a friend of me
Since IÔÇÖm young, they consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a niggas neck
Cuz IÔÇÖm the one with the trunk of funk
And ÔÇÖfuck tha policeÔÇÖ in the tape deck
You should listen to me cuz thereÔÇÖs more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities
The other color donÔÇÖt know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the darkside...
Verse two:
You wanna free africa, I stare at yuh
Cuz we ainÔÇÖt got it too good in america
I canÔÇÖt fuck with them overseas
My homeboy died over a key of cocaine
It was plain and simple
The 9mm went pop to the temple
pop pop pop was the sound I put the bitch down
And ran to the schoolyard bathroom
Looked in the trash can yo it had room
So I ducked my ass in it for a minute
Covered with sweat I had the layback
Mad as fuck, thinkinÔÇÖ about the payback
Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun
I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun
ItÔÇÖs gettinÔÇÖ critical - I start the five point o
There they go - drive real slow
I yelled out ÔÇÖice cube suckaÔÇÖ
Shot gun hit - and murder mutahfuckers
I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But to the light side it donÔÇÖt matter none
ItÔÇÖll be a drive by homicide
But to me itÔÇÖs just another tale from the darkside...
Verse three: chuck d
Standing in the middle of war
The middle we flex
When we die, they wonÔÇÖt make check
Ebony canÔÇÖt see to the darkside
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, cuz IÔÇÖm cominÔÇÖ from the coroner
Same applies with a phd
WhoÔÇÖz black - donÔÇÖt wanna role - sells his soul
Watch his head go rollinÔÇÖ
Who the fuck are they foolinÔÇÖ?
Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes
Matches the color of the one on my face as they wonder whatÔÇÖs under my waist
[standin on the verge] of them gettinÔÇÖ brown
Thats a fact got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
Yet cube, they canÔÇÖt fuck with the darkside!
