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