DMX - Tales From The Darkside Lyrics
And now, the tale from the darkside...[dmx]Uh, I got to remind yall niggasWhat the flow is all aboutHuh, its about thisAnywhere from forty-eight and upStraight, you feel me?Fifty fiftyAiyyo, I gots to hear the beat so I can eat, ahight?If I cant live, you cant live, aint nothin sweet***** ass niggas think its all about versaceA week later them niggas talkin about (yo, x got me)I thought he was my man, but he act like he aint know meI knew he had the joint, but I didnt wanna make him show meThat nigga be buggin, stickin cats up and randomDoing his dirt and disappearin like the phantomNiggas cant stand him, but ask me if I carecuz what I used to give a ***** about, just aint thereAnd aint nothing fair, I knew this for a long timeThats why with ever wrong crime comes anotha strong rhymeAnd thats mo time under the belt, you felt what I hadAnd I shouldnt have even done it, thats what made this shit sadIm doin bad, but if I gots to feel it, you gots to feel itAnd if a nigga cant afford it, I gots to steal itAnd thats how real it, gets, when this shit [hits the fan]You still tryin to get the man, first catch up with the manThen we gon see whatchoo made ofIf your shit aint pumpin kool-aid, what you afraid of?The monster under the bed, fill ya with four slugs to the headOr ya babies mother missin for a month, found deadWorms comin from places you stuck ya dick inMaggots got the ***** coverered and the smells sicknenPlastic dont hide the smell for too long, I do wrongAnd so I dont have nightmares I forget about it, move onKeep gettin my groove on, cuz that shit could ***** withchooKeep dwellin on it, and its gonna get stuck with youNiggas try their luck with you, cuz they smell assAnd money if you *****, Im gonna be able to tell fastSome cop Im about to smack across the face in this robberyIm on a robbin spree, and aint no stoppin meOn this real, thats why a nigga stay writincuz kid this shit is real, what you think we play fightinYou must of saw somthin funny, or never saw somthin bloodyOr you dont know Ill bring it to your door cuz Im cruddyLike puddy, when I hold you niggas, I mold you niggasI done told you niggas, that I been owed you niggasFor that shit you did that you wasnt built forShit I guess you didnt know you do get killed forI done filled niggas up with the extended clipIts like I blew this joint down with the extended ripOr that non-stop, when the bomb dropsIma take it from where you at and then end up on ya moms blockFrom here to comstock, niggas gettin bust wild? cell cagers last night from lock out just died?Aint no where to hide, aint no wear to runWhat more can they do to a man that aint been doneA mind is a terrible thing to wasteEspecially if its all over the place, your mind all over his faceHow do brains taste, when they mixed with gun powderSemi to fully automatic makes the gun louderI got somthin to fix pain when I kicks gamecuz ima float off more tracks than they sixth trainYou bout to get flamed, from ash to ashes to dirtYou gon go with the dough that your life was worthMother*****er...
