Endangered Species (Tales From The Darkside) [Remix] ()
Peace. haha don't make me laugh! All I hear is muthafucker's talkin' sucotash Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang I'm a nigga, gotta live by the trigger How the fuck do you figure? That I can say peace and the gunshots won't cease A point scored- they could give a fuck about us Every cop killin' goes ignored They just send another nigga to the morgue Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me They rather catch us with guns and white powder To serve, protect, and break a niggas neck They kill ten of me to get the job correct And 'fuck 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 'cause I'm the one with the trunk of funk The other color don't know you can run but not hide These are tales from the darkside...
Verse two:
'cause we ain't got it too good in america You wanna free africa, I stare at yuh I can't fuck 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 ass in it for a minute Covered with sweat I had the layback Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback 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 sucka' Shot gun hit - and murder mutahfuckers [http://muzpedia.org/track/303808/Endangered+Species+(Tales+From+The+Darkside)] I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off Its a shame, that niggas die young It'll be a drive by homicide But to the light side it don't matter none
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 The term they apply to us is a nigga Call it what you want, 'cause I'm comin' from the coroner Ebony can't see to the darkside Same applies with a phd Who'z black - don't wanna role - sells his soul Watch his head go rollin' Who the fuck 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 That's a fact got a fear on their bozack Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide Yet cube, they can't fuck with the darkside!