Lyric Tales From The Darkside - DMX

Lyric Song Tales From The Darkside: And nowthe tale from the darkside

DMX
UhI got to remind y all niggas
What the flow is all about
Huhits about this
Anywhere from forty eight and up
Straightyou feel me
Fifty fifty

AiyyoI gots to hear the beat so I can eatahight
If I can t liveyou can t liveain t nothin sweet
Bitch ass niggas think its all about Versace
A week later them niggas talkin about YoX got me
I thought he was my manbut he act like he ain t know me
I knew he had the jointbut I didn t wanna make him show me
That nigga be bugginstickin cats up and random
Doing his dirt and disappearin like the phantom
Niggas can t stand himbut ask me if I care
Cuz what I used to give a fuck aboutjust ain t there
And ain t nothing fairI knew this for a long time
Thats why with ever wrong crime comes anotha strong rhyme
And thats mo time under the beltyou felt what I had
And I shouldn t have even done itthats what made this shit sad
I m doin badbut if I gots to feel ityou gots to feel it
And if a nigga can t afford itI gots to steal it
And that s how real itGETSwhen this shit hits the fan
You still tryin to get the manfirst catch up with the man
Then we gon see what choo made of
If your shit ain t pumpin Kool Aidwhat you afraid of
The monster under the bedfill ya with four slugs to the head
Or ya babies mother missin for a monthfound 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 longI do wrong
And so I don t have nightmares I forget about itmove on
Keep gettin my groove on cuz that shit could fuck with choo
Keep dwellin on itand its gonna get stuck with you
Niggas try their luck with you cuz they smell ass
And money if you pussyI 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 spreeand ain t no STOPPIN ME
On this realthats why a nigga stay writin
Cuz kid this shit is realwhat you think we play fightin
You must of saw som thin funnyor never saw som thin bloody
Or you don t know I ll bring it to your door cuz I m cruddy
Like puddywhen I hold you niggasI mold you niggas
I done told you niggasthat I been owed you niggas
For that shit you did that you wasnt built for
Shit I guess you didnt 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 stopwhen the bomb drops
I ma take it from where you at and then end up on ya moms block
From here to Comstockniggas gettin bust wild
Cell cagers last night from lock out just died
Ain t no where to hideain 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 placeyour mind all over his face
How do brains tastewhen 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 ma float off more tracks than they sixth train
You bout to get flamedfrom ash to ashes to DIRT
You gon go with the dough that your life was worth
MOTHERFUCKER