Tales from the Darkside

And now, Tale from the Darkside

Uh, I got to remind y'all ****

What the fuck flow is all about

Huh, it's about this

Anywhere from forty-eight and up

Straight, you feel me? Fifty Cent

Aye yo, I got to hear the beat so I can eat, alright?

If I can't live, you can't live, ain't nothin' sweet

Bitch ass **** think it's 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 **** be buggin', stickin' cats up and random

Doing his dirt and disappearing like the phantom

**** can't stand him but ask me if I care  (What)

'Cause what I used to give a fuck about, just ain't there

And In't nothing fair, I knew this for a long time

That's why with every wrong crime comes another strong rhyme

And that's mo' time under the belt, you felt what I had

And I shouldn't have even done it

That's what made this shit sad

I'm doing bad but if I gots to fee it you gots to feel it

And if a **** can't afford it, I gots to steal it

'Cause that how real it gets when this shit 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 shit ain't pumping Kool-Aid, what you afraid of?

The monster under the bed

Fill ya with fo slugs to the head

Or ya babies' mother missing for a month, found dead

Worms comin' from places you stuck ya dick in

Maggots got the bitch covered and the smell 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, 'cause that shit could fuck with you

Keep dwelling on it and it's gonna get stuck with you

**** try their luck with you 'cause they smell ass

And money, if you pussy, I'm gonna be able to tell fast (Come on)

Some cop I'm about to smack across the face in this robbery

I'm on a robbing spree and ain't no stoppin' me

On this real, that's why a **** stay writin'

'Cause, kid, this shit is real, what you think we play fightin'

You must of saw something funny

Or never saw nothing bloody

Or you don't know I'll bring it to your door 'cause I'm cruddy

Like puddy, when I hold you ****, I mold you ****

I done told you **** that I been owed you ****

For that shit you did that you wasn't built for

Shit, I guess you didn't know you do get killed for

I done filled for **** up with the extended clip

It's 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 end up on your mom's 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 where to run

What more can they do to a man that ain't been done?

The mind is a terrible thing to waste

Specially if it's all over the place, your mind all over his face

How do brains taste, when they mixed with gun powder?

Set me to fully automatic makes the gun louder

I got something to fix pain with I kicks game

'Cause I'ma float off more tracks than the sixth train

You 'bout to get flamed, form ash to ashes to dirt

You gon' go with the dough that your life was worth

Motherfucker (Motherfucker)