Tales From The Darkside Lyrics

And now, the tale from the darkside... 

[DMX] 
Uh, I got to remind y'all niggas 
What the flow is all about 
Huh, its 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 
Bitch ass niggas think its all about Versace 
A week later them niggas 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 nigga be buggin, stickin cats up and random 
Doing his dirt and disappearin like the phantom 
Niggas can't stand him, but ask me if I care 
'Cuz what I used to give a fuck about, just ain't there 
And ain't nothing fair, I knew this for a long time 
Thats why with ever wrong crime comes anotha strong rhyme 
And thats mo' time under the belt, you felt what I had 
And I shouldn't have even done it, thats what made this shit sad 
I'm doin' bad, but if I gots to feel it, you gots to feel it 
And if a nigga can't afford it, I gots to steal it 
And that's how real it, GETS, when this shit [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 shit 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 dick in 
Maggots got the bitch coverered 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 gettin my groove on, 'cuz that shit could fuck with'choo 
Keep dwellin on it, and its gonna get stuck with you 
Niggas try their luck with you, 'cuz they smell ass 
And money if you pussy, 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, thats why a nigga stay writin 
'Cuz kid this shit is real, what you think we play fightin 
You must of saw som'thin funny, or never saw som'thin bloody 
Or you don't know I'll bring it to your door 'cuz I'm cruddy 
Like puddy, when I hold you niggas, I mold you niggas 
I done told you niggas, that I been owed you niggas 
For that shit you did that you wasnt built for 
Shit I guess you didnt know you do get killed for 
I done filled niggas up with the extended clip 
Its 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, niggas gettin bust wild 
?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 
MOTHERFUCKER...