Tales From The Darkside-DMX/The Murderers

Tales From The Darkside - The Murderers And now, the tale from the darkside 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 B**ch a** 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 ni**a 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 f**k about, just ain't there And ain't nothing fair, I knew this for a long time That’s why with ever wrong crime comes anotha strong rhyme And that’s mo' time under the belt, you felt what I had And I shouldn't have even done it, that’s what made this sh*t sad I'm doin' bad but if I gots to feel it, you gots to feel it And if a ni**a can't afford it, I gots to steal it And that's how real it gets when this sh*t (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 sh*t 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 b**ch covered 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 getting’ my groove on, 'cuz that sh*t could f**k with'choo Keep dwellin’ on it, and it’s gonna get stuck with you Niggas try their luck with you 'cuz they smell a** And money, if you p**sy 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, that’s why a ni**a stay writin’ 'Cuz kid, this sh*t 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 sh*t you did that you wasn't built for Sh*t, I guess you didnt know you do get killed for I done filled niggas up with the extended clip It’s 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 getting’ bust wild [Unverified] 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'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 Motherf**ker