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And now, the tale from the darkside...
DMX
Uh, I got to remind y'all
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
b*tch as* think its all about Versace
A week later them 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 nigg* be buggin, stickin cats up and random
Doing his dirt and disappearin like the phantom
can't stand him, but ask me if I care
'Cuz what I used to give a fk 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 s**t sad
I'm doin' bad, but if I gots to feel it, you gots to feel it
And if a nigg* can't afford it, I gots to steal it
And that's how real it, GETS, when this s**t 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 s**t 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 d*ck in
Maggots got the b*tch 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 s**t could fk with'choo
Keep dwellin on it, and its gonna get stuck with you
try their luck with you, 'cuz they smell as*
And money if you p*ssy, 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 nigg* stay writin
'Cuz kid this s**t is real, what you think we play fightin
You must of saw som'thin funny, or never saw som'thin blood
Or you don't know I'll bring it to your door 'cuz I'm cruddy
Like puddy, when I hold you , I mold you
I done told you , that I been owed you
For that s**t you did that you wasnt built for
s**t I guess you didnt know you do get killed for
I done filled 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, 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
MOTHERfker...