Tales from The Darkside

Verse one: ice cube Peace. haha don't make me laugh! All I hear is muthaf**ker's talkin' 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 won't cease Every cop killin' 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 'cause I'm the one with the trunk of funk And 'f**k tha police' in the tape deck You should listen to me 'cause there's more to see Call my neighborhood a ghetto 'cause it houses minorities The other color don't know you can run but not hide These are tales from the darkside... Verse two: You wanna free africa, I stare at yuh 'cause 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 <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 a*s in it for a minute Covered with sweat I had the layback Mad as f**k, thinkin' about the payback Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun It's gettin' critical - I start the five point o There they go - drive real slow I yelled out 'ice cube s*cka' Shot gun hit - and murder mutahf**kers 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'll be a drive by homicide But to me it's 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, 'cause I'm comin' from the coroner Same applies with a phd Who'z 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 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 a*s off, they can not hide Yet cube, they can't f**k with the darkside!