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tales from the darkside lyrics – murderers

and now, the tale from the darkside

uh, i got to remind y’all n-gg-s
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-tch -ss n-gg-s think it’s all about versace
a week later them n-gg-s 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-gg- be buggin’, stickin’ cats up and random
doing his dirt and disappearin’ like the phantom

n-gg-s can’t stand him but ask me if i care
‘cuz what i used to give a f-ck 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 n-gg- 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 d-ck in
maggots got the b-tch 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-ck with’choo
keep dwellin’ on it, and it’s gonna get stuck with you

n-gg-s try their luck with you ‘cuz they smell -ss
and money, if you p-ssy 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 n-gg- 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 bl–dy
or you don’t know i’ll bring it to your door ‘cuz i’m cruddy

like puddy, when i hold you n-gg-s, i mold you n-gg-s
i done told you n-gg-s that i been owed you n-gg-s
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 n-gg-s 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, n-gg-s 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


- murderers