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And now, the tale the Darkside
I got to remind y'all niggas the flow is all about
It's about this, from forty-eight and up
Straight, you me? Fifty fifty

Aiyyo, I gots to hear the beat so I can eat,
If I live, you can't live, ain't nothin' sweet
Bitch ass niggas think it's all Versace
A later them niggas talkin' about, Yo, X got me

I he was my man but he act like he ain't know me
I knew he had the but I didn't wanna make him show me
nigga be buggin', stickin' cats up and random
Doin' his dirt and disappearin' like the

Niggas can't him but ask me if I care
'Cuz what I used to give a fuck about just ain't
And ain't nothin' fair, I knew this for a time
That's why with every crime comes anotha strong rhyme

And mo' time under the belt, you felt what I had
And I shouldn't have even done it, that's what this shit sad
I'm doin' bad but if I gots to feel it, you to feel it
And if a nigga can't afford it, I to steal it

And that's how real it gets when this shit the fan
You still to get the man, first catch up with the man
Then we gon' see made of
If your shit ain't pumpin' Kool-Aid, you afraid of?

The monster the bed, fill ya with four slugs to the head
Or ya babies' mother missin' for a month, dead
Worms from places you stuck ya dick in
Maggots got the bitch covered and the smells

Plastic don't the smell for too long, I do wrong
And so I don't have nightmares I forget it, move on
Keep gettin' my on 'cuz that shit could fuck with'chu
Keep dwellin' on it and gonna get stuck with you

Niggas try their luck with you they smell ass
And money, if you pussy, I'm gonna be able to fast
Some cop I'm about to smack the face in this robbery
I'm on a spree and ain't no stoppin' me

On this real, why a nigga stay writin'
kid this shit is real, what you think we play fightin'?
You must of saw som'thin' funny or never saw som'thin'
Or you know, I'll bring it to your door 'cuz I'm cruddy

Like puddy, when I you niggas, I mold you niggas
I done you niggas that I been owed you niggas
For shit you did that you wasn't built for
Shit, I you didn't know you do get killed for

I done filled niggas up with the clip
It's like I blew this joint with the extended rip
Or that when the bomb drops
I'ma take it from where you at and end up on ya moms' block

From here to Comstock, niggas gettin' wild
Cell cagers last night from lock out died
Ain't no to hide, ain't no wear to run
What more can they do to a man that ain't done?

A mind is a terrible thing to
Especially if it's all the place, your mind all over his face
How do brains taste when mixed with gun powder?
to fully automatic makes the gun louder

I got som'thin' to fix pain when I kicks
'Cuz I'ma float off more than they sixth train
You to get flamed, from ash to ashes to dirt
You go with the dough that your life was worth, motherfucker