And now, the tale from the darkside...
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[DMX]
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Uh, I got to remind y'all niggas
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What the flow is all about
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Huh, its about this
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Anywhere from forty-eight and up
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Straight, you feel me?
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Fifty fifty
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Aiyyo, I gots to hear the beat so I can eat, ahight?
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If I can't live, you can't live, ain't nothin sweet
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Bitch ass niggas think its all about Versace
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A week later them niggas talkin about (Yo, X got me)
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I thought he was my man, but he act like he ain't know me
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I knew he had the joint, but I didn't wanna make him show me
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That nigga be buggin, stickin cats up and random
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Doing his dirt and disappearin like the phantom
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Niggas can't stand him, but ask me if I care
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'Cuz what I used to give a fuck about, just ain't there
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And ain't nothing fair, I knew this for a long time
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Thats why with ever wrong crime comes anotha strong rhyme
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And thats mo' time under the belt, you felt what I had
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And I shouldn't have even done it, thats what made this shit sad
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I'm doin' bad, but if I gots to feel it, you gots to feel it
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And if a nigga can't afford it, I gots to steal it
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And that's how real it, GETS, when this shit [hits the fan]
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You still tryin to get the man, first catch up with the man
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Then we gon' see what'choo made of
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If your shit ain't pumpin Kool-Aid, what you afraid of?
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The monster under the bed, fill ya with four slugs to the head
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Or ya babies mother missin for a month, found dead
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Worms comin' from places you stuck ya dick in
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Maggots got the bitch coverered and the smells sick'nen
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Plastic don't hide the smell for too long, I do wrong
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And so I don't have nightmares I forget about it, move on
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Keep gettin my groove on, 'cuz that shit could fuck with'choo
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Keep dwellin on it, and its gonna get stuck with you
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Niggas try their luck with you, 'cuz they smell ass
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And money if you pussy, I'm gonna be able to tell fast
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Some cop I'm about to smack across the face in this robbery
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I'm on a robbin spree, and ain't no STOPPIN ME
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On this real, thats why a nigga stay writin
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'Cuz kid this shit is real, what you think we play fightin
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You must of saw som'thin funny, or never saw som'thin bloody
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Or you don't know I'll bring it to your door 'cuz I'm cruddy
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Like puddy, when I hold you niggas, I mold you niggas
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I done told you niggas, that I been owed you niggas
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For that shit you did that you wasnt built for
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Shit I guess you didnt know you do get killed for
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I done filled niggas up with the extended clip
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Its like I blew this joint down with the extended rip
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Or that non-stop, when the bomb drops
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I'ma take it from where you at and then end up on ya moms block
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From here to Comstock, niggas gettin bust wild
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?Cell cagers last night from lock out just died?
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Ain't no where to hide, ain't no wear to run
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What more can they do to a man that ain't been done
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A mind is a terrible thing to waste
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Especially if its all over the place, your mind all over his face
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How do brains taste, when they mixed with gun powder
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Semi to fully automatic makes the gun louder
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I got som'thin to fix pain when I kicks game
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'Cuz I'ma float off more tracks than they sixth train
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You 'bout to get flamed, from ash to ashes to DIRT
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You gon' go with the dough that your life was worth
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MOTHERFUCKER...
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Tales From The Darkside
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DMX |