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Peace. haha dont make me laugh!

All I hear is muthaf**kers talkin sucotash

Livin large, tellin me to get out the gang

Im a nigga, gotta live by the trigger

How the f**k do you figure?

That I can say peace and the gunshots wont cease

Every cop killin goes ignored

They just send another nigga to the morgue

A point scored- they could give a f**k about us

They rather catch us with guns and white powder

If I was old, theyd probably be a friend of me

Since Im young, they consider me the enemy

They kill ten of me to get the job correct

To serve, protect, and break a niggas neck

Cuz Im the one with the trunk of funk

And f**k tha police in the tape deck

You should listen to me cuz theres more to see

Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities

The other color dont know you can run but not hide

These are tales from the darkside...

Verse two:

You wanna free africa, I stare at yuh

Cuz we aint got it too good in america

I cant f**k with them overseas

My homeboy died over a key of cocaine

It was plain and simple

The 9mm went pop to the temple

pop pop pop was the sound I put the bitch down

And ran to the schoolyard bathroom

Looked in the trash can yo it had room

So I ducked my ass in it for a minute

Covered with sweat I had the layback

Mad as f**k, thinkin about the payback

Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun

I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun

Its gettin critical - I start the five point o

There they go - drive real slow

I yelled out ice cube sucka

Shot gun hit - and murder mutahf**kers

I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off

Its a shame, that niggas die young

But to the light side it dont matter none

Itll be a drive by homicide

But to me its just another tale from the darkside...

Verse three: chuck d

Standing in the middle of war

The middle we flex

When we die, they wont make check

Ebony cant see to the darkside

The term they apply to us is a nigga

Call it what you want, cuz Im comin from the coroner

Same applies with a phd

Whoz black - dont wanna role - sells his soul

Watch his head go rollin

Who the f**k are they foolin?

Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes

Matches the color of the one on my face as they wonder whats under my waist

[standin on the verge] of them gettin brown

Thats a fact got a fear on their bozack

Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide

Yet cube, they cant f**k with the darkside!