Tales From The Darkside

Lyrics

[Intro: [?]] And now, the tale from the darkside [Intro: DMX] Uh, I got to remind y'all niggas What the fuck flow is all about Huh, its about this Anywhere from forty-eight and up Straight, you feel me? Fifty fifty [Verse: DMX] Ayo, I gots to hear the beat so I can eat, aight? If I can't live, you can't live, ain't nothin sweet Bitch ass niggas think it's all about Versace A week later them niggas talkin about "Yo, X got me! I thought he was my man, but he act like he ain't know me I knew he had the joint, but I didn't wanna make him show me That nigga be buggin, stickin cats up and random Doing his dirt and disappearin like the Phantom Niggas can't stand him!", but ask me if I care 'Cuz what I used to give a fuck about, just ain't there And ain't nothing fair, I knew this for a long time Thats why with ever wrong crime comes another strong rhyme And thats mo' time under the belt, you felt what I had And I shouldn't have even done it, thats what made this shit sad I'm doin' bad, but if I gots to feel it, you gots to feel it And if a nigga can't afford it, then I gots to steal it And that's how real it gets when this shit hits the fan You still tryin to get the man, first catch up with the man Then we gon' see what you made of If your shit ain't pumpin Kool-Aid, what you afraid of? The monster under the bed, three or four slugs to the head Or ya babies mother missing for a month, found dead Worms comin' from places you stuck yo dick in Maggots got the bitch covered and the smell's sickening Plastic don't hide the smell for too long, I do wrong And so I don't have nightmares I forget about it, move on Keep gettin my groove on, 'cuz that shit could fuck with you Keep dwellin on it, and its gonna get stuck with you Niggas try their luck with you, 'cuz they smell ass And money if you pussy, I'm gonna be able to tell fast So cop out to this smack across the face in this robbery I'm on a robbin spree, and ain't no stoppin me On this real, thats why a nigga stay writin 'Cuz kid this shit is real, what you think, we play fightin? You must of saw something funny, or never saw something bloody Or you don't know I'll bring it to your door 'cuz I'm cruddy Like Putty, when I hold you niggas, I mold you niggas I done told you niggas, that I been owed you niggas For that shit you did that you wasn't built for Shit I guess you didn't know you do get killed for I done filled four niggas up with the extended clip Its like I blew this joint down with the extended rip Or that non-stop, when the bomb drops I'mma take it from where you at and then end up on ya moms block From here to Comstock, niggas gettin bust wide Cell gangsters last night from lock out just died Ain't nowhere to hide, ain't nowhere to run What more can they do to a man that ain't been done A mind is a terrible thing to waste Especially if it's all over the place, your mind all over his face How do brains taste, when they mixed with gunpowder? Semi to fully automatic makes the gun louder I got som'thin to fix pain when I kicks game 'Cause I'mma flowed off more tracks than the 6 train You 'bout to get flamed, from ash to ashes to dirt You gon' go with the dough that your life was worth, motherfucker!