文本歌词

Peace haha don't make me laugh
All I hear is mutha*****ers talkin sucotash
Livin large tellin me to get out the gang
I'm a n***a gotta live by the trigger
How the *****do you figure
That I can say peace and the gunshots won't cease
Every cop killin goes ignored
They just send another n***a to the morgue
A point scored they could give a *****about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old theyd probably be a friend of me
Since I'm young they consider me the enemy
They k**l ten of me to get the job correct
To serve protect and break a n***as neck
Cuz I'm the one with the trunk of funk
And *****tha police in the tape deck
You should listen to me cuz there's more to see
Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities
The other color don't know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the darkside
You wanna free africa I stare at yuh
Cuz we ain't got it too good in america
I can't *****with them overseas
My homeboy died over a key of c*****e
It was plain and simple
The 9mm went pop to the temple
Pop pop pop was the sound I put the *****down
And ran to the schoolyard bathroom
Looked in the trash can yo it had room
So I ducked my a*s in it for a minute
Covered with sweat I had the layback
Mad as *****thinkin about the payback
Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun
I went home and *****ed the barrel of my shotgun
Its 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 mutah*****ers
I told you last album when I got a sawed off bodies are hard off
Its a shame that n***as die young
But to the light side it don't matter none
Itll be a drive by homicide
But to me its 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
Ebony can't see to the darkside
The term they apply to us is a n***a
Call it what you want cuz I'm comin from the coroner
Same applies with a phd
Whoz black don't wanna role sells his soul
Watch his head go rollin
Who the *****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 whats under my waist
Of them gettin brown
That's a fact got a fear on their bozack
Run run run their a*s off they can not hide
Yet cube they can't *****with the darkside