Ice Cube - Tales From The Darkside lyrics

Peace. haha don´t make me laugh!
All I hear is muthaf*cker´s talkin´ sucotash
Livin´ large, tellin´ me to get out the gang
I am a nigga, have got to live by the trigger
How the f*ck do you figure?
That I can say peace & the gunshots won´t cease
Every cop killin´ goes ignored
They just send another nigga to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a f*ck about us
They rather catch us with guns & white powder
If I was old, they would probably be a friend of me
Since I am young, they consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, & break a niggas neck
Cuz I am the one with the trunk of funk
And ´f*ck tha police´ in the tape deck
You should listen to me cuz theres 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...

Verse two:

You want to free africa, I stare at yuh
Cuz we aint got it too good in america
I cannot f*ck with them overseas
My homeboy died over a key of cocaine
It was plain & simple
The 9mm went pop to the temple
pop pop pop 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 sweat I had the layback
Mad as f*ck, thinkin´ about the payback
Tonite the crew going to have a little fun
I went home & cocked the barrel of my shotgun
It is gettin´ critical - I start the five point o
There they go - drive real slow
I yelled out ´ice cube sucka´
Shot gun hit - & murder mutahf*ckers
I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off
Its a shame, that niggas die young
But to the light side it don´t matter none
It will be a drive by homicide
But to me it is 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 nigga
Call it what you want, cuz I am comin´ from the coroner
Same applies with a phd
Who´z black - don´t want to role - sells his soul
Watch his head go rollin´
Who the f*ck 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 what´s 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 cannot hide
Yet cube, they can´t f*ck with the darkside!

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