Peace. haha don't make me laugh!
All I hear is muthafucker's talkin' sucotash
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga, gotta live by the trigger
How the fuck do you figure?
That I can say peace and the gunshots won't cease
A point scored- they could give a fuck about us
Every cop killin' goes ignored
They just send another nigga to the morgue
Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy
If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
To serve, protect, and break a niggas neck
They kill ten of me to get the job correct
And 'fuck tha police' in the tape deck
You should listen to me 'cause there's more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto 'cause it houses minorities
'cause I'm the one with the trunk of funk
The other color don't know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the darkside...
'cause we ain't got it too good in america
You wanna free africa, I stare at yuh
I can't fuck 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
Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun
Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback
I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun
It's 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 mutahfuckers
I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
It'll be a drive by homicide
But to the light side it don't matter none
But to me it's just another tale from the darkside...
Verse three: chuck d
Standing in the middle of war
The middle we flex
When we die, they won't make check
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want, 'cause I'm comin' from the coroner
Ebony can't see to the darkside
Same applies with a phd
Who'z black - don't wanna role - sells his soul
Watch his head go rollin'
Who the fuck 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 what's under my waist
[standin on the verge] of them gettin' brown
That's a fact got a fear on their bozack
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide
Yet cube, they can't fuck with the darkside!