Lirik Lagu Tales From The Darkside - DMX
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And now, the tale from the darkside...
[DMX]Uh, I got to remind y'all niggasWhat the flow is all aboutHuh, its about thisAnywhere from forty-eight and upStraight, 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 sweetBitch 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 ain't know meI knew he had the joint, but I didn't wanna make him show meThat nigga be buggin, stickin cats up and randomDoing his dirt and disappearin like the phantomNiggas can't stand him, but ask me if I care'Cuz what I used to give a fuck about, just ain't thereAnd ain't 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 shouldn't have even done it, thats what made this shit sadI'm doin' bad, but if I gots to feel it, you gots to feel itAnd if a nigga can't afford it, I gots to steal itAnd that's 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 what'choo made ofIf your shit ain't 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 bitch coverered and the smells sick'nenPlastic don't hide the smell for too long, I do wrongAnd so I don't have nightmares I forget about it, move onKeep gettin my groove on, 'cuz that shit could fuck with'chooKeep dwellin on it, and its gonna get stuck with youNiggas try their luck with you, 'cuz they smell assAnd money if you pussy, I'm gonna be able to tell fastSome cop I'm about to smack across the face in this robberyI'm on a robbin spree, and ain't no STOPPIN MEOn this real, thats why a nigga stay writin'Cuz kid this shit is real, what you think we play fightinYou must of saw som'thin funny, or never saw som'thin bloodyOr you don't know I'll bring it to your door 'cuz I'm 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 dropsI'ma 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?Ain't no where to hide, ain't no wear to runWhat more can they do to a man that ain't 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 som'thin to fix pain when I kicks game'Cuz I'ma 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 worthMOTHERFUCKER...
[DMX]Uh, I got to remind y'all niggasWhat the flow is all aboutHuh, its about thisAnywhere from forty-eight and upStraight, 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 sweetBitch 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 ain't know meI knew he had the joint, but I didn't wanna make him show meThat nigga be buggin, stickin cats up and randomDoing his dirt and disappearin like the phantomNiggas can't stand him, but ask me if I care'Cuz what I used to give a fuck about, just ain't thereAnd ain't 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 shouldn't have even done it, thats what made this shit sadI'm doin' bad, but if I gots to feel it, you gots to feel itAnd if a nigga can't afford it, I gots to steal itAnd that's 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 what'choo made ofIf your shit ain't 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 bitch coverered and the smells sick'nenPlastic don't hide the smell for too long, I do wrongAnd so I don't have nightmares I forget about it, move onKeep gettin my groove on, 'cuz that shit could fuck with'chooKeep dwellin on it, and its gonna get stuck with youNiggas try their luck with you, 'cuz they smell assAnd money if you pussy, I'm gonna be able to tell fastSome cop I'm about to smack across the face in this robberyI'm on a robbin spree, and ain't no STOPPIN MEOn this real, thats why a nigga stay writin'Cuz kid this shit is real, what you think we play fightinYou must of saw som'thin funny, or never saw som'thin bloodyOr you don't know I'll bring it to your door 'cuz I'm 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 dropsI'ma 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?Ain't no where to hide, ain't no wear to runWhat more can they do to a man that ain't 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 som'thin to fix pain when I kicks game'Cuz I'ma 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 worthMOTHERFUCKER...
