Dmx - Tales From The Darkside lyrics

And now, the tale from the darkside... [DMX] Uh, I got to remind y'all n***as What the flow is all about Huh, its 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**h a** n***as think its all about Versace A week later them n***as 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 n***a be buggin, stickin cats up and random Doing his dirt and disappearin like the phantom n***as can't stand him, but ask me if I care 'Cuz what I used to give a f** 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 sh** sad I'm doin' bad, but if I gots to feel it, you gots to feel it And if a n***a can't afford it, I gots to steal it And that's how real it, GETS, when this sh** [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** 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**h 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 sh** could f** with'choo Keep dwellin on it, and its gonna get stuck with you n***as try their luck with you, 'cuz they smell a** And money if you p**y, 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 n***a stay writin 'Cuz kid this sh** 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 n***as, I mold you n***as I done told you n***as, that I been owed you n***as For that sh** you did that you wasnt built for sh** I guess you didnt know you do get k**ed for I done filled n***as 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, n***as 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 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 MOTHERfu*kER...