Tales From The Darkside Lyrics by Dmx

Tales From The Darkside

And now, the tale from the darkside...

[dmx]
Uh, I got to remind yall niggas
What the flow is all about
Huh, its 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 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 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 [hits the fan]
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 its 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 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-stop, when the bomb drops
Ima take it from where you at and then end up on ya moms block
From 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 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 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 flamed, from ash to ashes to dirt
You gon go with the dough that your life was worth
Motherfucker...