Hopsin - Darkside (ft. Tech N9ne) | Текст песни

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• Darkside (ft. Tech N9ne)

[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
You don't really know what I can do to niggas if they penetrate the home of mine
Load it up and hit the motherfuckers with the Smith and Wesson 729
Dirty Harry on them real quick
Make a nigga feel real sick
Funny how they wanna get me now that everybody swingin' on my dillznick
What you wanna do?
Nigga what?
Chillin' with the crew live it up
I'mma live it up
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Find these niggas over seas makin' hella cheese
Fuckin bitches lookin' Chinese
If you gettin' down with the sickness
If you clowns you can get this
I know it sounds hella wicked
If you frown you a dipshit
We can do it nigga if you wanna but you never will prosper
Never fuck with the darkness I'mma hit the playa haters
Get a little cocky nigga I'mma live it up!
I'mma get the money can never fuck with the funny brand niggas
Stick 'em with the sickinese and really wicked like a nigga team (BITCH)
Gimme the big car
Gimme the big house
Gimme the big booty bitches
Me and Ockwizzle livin' in Cockswizzle
On the mission for the riches

[Hook]
Now I'm on the darkside (Representin'!)
Cause I lived a hard life and heaven didn't
Arrive in time enough to save me
So I'm givin' back what you gave me (Don't blame me!)
Don't bother me while I'm trying to pack
Cause I'm goin' away and I ain't comin' back
Doctors say my brain's a little off track
Allow me to tell you a few small facts

[Verse 2: Hopsin]
Yo, do you know what the fuck its like stuck inside this hell hole tryna crush a mic?
There ain't a buck in sight
I'm sleepin' with the dust and mites
I scream cause I ain't got the guts to cry
What the fuck did I, ever do to be put here?
Is it because I'm a black nigga who looks weird?
I try making twenty ten a good year
But I don't even see a outlet I could gear
Every single morning when I be waking up I try to develop a dope new age rap
But before doing it I go in the kitchen
And get me a couple noodles and a Kool-Aid pack
Motherfuckers wanna slow the momentum
Cause when I kick a syllable I never throw up the venom
I done battled a lot of niggas but I don't get to win 'em
The minute I pin 'em up, hell's where I'm hoping to send 'em
Come on, my careers got no solution
Can't wear my contacts I got no solution
Everybody keep on tellin' me I'm supposed to do shit
If you was on the edge how close would you get
To cutting a neck for some fuckin respect?
Cause you stuck in a depth and they ain't cutting a check
All the pain up in your chest
All the sudden ejects
Cause you turned a record in but they wasn't impressed
(Fuck that!)

[Hook]

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