Tales From The Darkside

[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

With 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 the scrill, thats why a nigga stay writin

'Cuz kid this shit is real, what you think, we play fightin?

You must of saw somethin' funny, or ain't never saw nothin' 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

Of 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 is gettin bust wide

Cell gangsters from last night on lockout 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!