Peace - don't make me laugh
All I hear is motherf**kers rappin sucotash
Livin large tellin me to get out the gang
I'm a nigga gotta live by the trigger
How the f**k do you figure
That I can say peace and the gunshots will cease
Every cop killer goes ignored
They just send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a f**k about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old they'd probably be a friend of me
Since I'm young they consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me to get the job correct
To serve protect and break a niggas neck
Cuz I'm the one with the trunk of funk
And 'F**k 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 f**k with them overseas
My homeboy died over a key of cocaine
It was plain and simple
The 9mm went to the temple
Was the sound I put the bitch down
And ran to the schoolyard bathroom
Looked in the trash can yo it had room
So I ducked my ass in it for a minute
Covered with trash I had to lay back
Mad as f**k thinkin' about the payback
Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun
I went home and cut the barrel of my shotgun
It's gettin critical - I stole a 5 0
I let it go - drive real slow
I yelled out 'Ice Cube sucka'
The shot-gun kicked - and it murdered motherf**kers
I told you last album
When I got a sawed off bodies are hauled off
Its a shame that niggas die young
But to the light side it don't matter none
It'll be a drive by homicide
But to me its just another tale from the darkside
Standing in the middle of war
In the middle we flex
When we die we won't make +Jet+
+Ebony+ can't see to the lightside
The term they apply to us is a nigga
Call it what you want cause I'm comin from the coroner
Sayin my rhymes with a Ph D
Who's black - don't wanna role - sells his soul
Watch his head go rollin
Who the f**k 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
[Standin on the verge] of them gettin brown
Thats a fact got a fear on their bozack
Run run run their ass off they can not hide
Yet Cube they can't f**k with the darkside