Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Tales From The Darkside , by - DMX. Release date: 03.08.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Tales From The Darkside |
| Uh, I got to remind y’all niggas |
| What the flow is all about |
| Huh, its about this |
| Anywhere from forty-eight and up |
| Straight, you feel me? |
| Fifty fifty |
| Aiyyo, I gots to hear the beat so I can eat, ahight? |
| If I can’t live, you can’t live, ain’t nothin sweet |
| Bitch ass niggas think its 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 anotha 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, I gots to steal it |
| And that’s how real it, GETS, when this shit |
| You still tryin to get the man, first catch up with the man |
| Then we gon' see what’choo made of |
| If your shit ain’t pumpin Kool-Aid, what you afraid of? |
| The monster under the bed, fill ya with four slugs to the head |
| Or ya babies mother missin for a month, found dead |
| Worms comin' from places you stuck ya dick in |
| Maggots got the bitch coverered and the smells sick’nen |
| 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’choo |
| 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 |
| Some cop I’m about to 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 som’thin funny, or never saw som’thin bloody |
| Or you don’t know I’ll bring it to your door 'cuz I’m cruddy |
| Like puddy, 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 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 cagers last night from lock out just died? |
| Ain’t no where to hide, ain’t no wear 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 its all over the place, your mind all over his face |
| How do brains taste, when they mixed with gun powder |
| Semi to fully automatic makes the gun louder |
| I got som’thin to fix pain when I kicks game |
| 'Cuz I’mma flowed off more tracks than they sixth train |
| You 'bout to get flamed, from ash to ashes to DIRT |
| You gon' go with the dough that your life was worth |
| MOTHERFUCKER… |