Lyrics Tales from the Darkside (Edited) - The Murderers
And
now,
the
tale
from
the
darkside
Uh,
I
got
to
remind
y'all
niggas
What
the
flow
is
all
about
Huh,
it's
about
this
Anywhere
from
forty-eight
and
up
Straight,
you
feel
me?
Fifty-fifty
Aiyyo,
I
gots
to
hear
the
beat
so
I
can
eat,
ahight?
If
I
can't
live,
you
can't
live,
ain't
nothin'
sweet
Bitch
ass
niggas
think
it's
all
about
Versace
A
week
later
them
niggas
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
nigga
be
buggin',
stickin'
cats
up
and
random
Doing
his
dirt
and
disappearin'
like
the
phantom
Niggas
can't
stand
him
but
ask
me
if
I
care
'Cuz
what
I
used
to
give
a
fuck
about,
just
ain't
there
And
ain't
nothing
fair,
I
knew
this
for
a
long
time
That's
why
with
ever
wrong
crime
comes
anotha
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
doin'
bad
but
if
I
gots
to
feel
it,
you
gots
to
feel
it
And
if
a
nigga
can't
afford
it,
I
gots
to
steal
it
And
that's
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
pumpin'
Kool-Aid,
what
you
afraid
of?
The
monster
under
the
bed,
fill
ya
with
four
slugs
to
the
head
Or
ya
babies
mother
missin'
for
a
month,
found
dead
Worms
comin'
from
places
you
stuck
ya
dick
in
Maggots
got
the
bitch
covered
and
the
smells
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
getting'
my
groove
on,
'cuz
that
shit
could
fuck
with'choo
Keep
dwellin'
on
it,
and
it's
gonna
get
stuck
with
you
Niggas
try
their
luck
with
you
'cuz
they
smell
ass
And
money,
if
you
pussy
I'm
gonna
be
able
to
tell
fast
Some
cop
I'm
about
to
smack
across
the
face
in
this
robbery
I'm
on
a
robbin'
spree
and
ain't
no
stoppin'
me
On
this
real,
that's
why
a
nigga
stay
writin'
'Cuz
kid,
this
shit
is
real,
what
you
think
we
play
fightin
You
must
of
saw
som'thin
funny
or
never
saw
som'thin
bloody
Or
you
don't
know
I'll
bring
it
to
your
door
'cuz
I'm
cruddy
Like
puddy,
when
I
hold
you
niggas,
I
mold
you
niggas
I
done
told
you
niggas
that
I
been
owed
you
niggas
For
that
shit
you
did
that
you
wasn't
built
for
Shit,
I
guess
you
didnt
know
you
do
get
killed
for
I
done
filled
niggas
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
then
end
up
on
ya
moms
block
From
here
to
Comstock,
niggas
getting'
bust
wild
[Unverified
] Cell
cagers
last
night
from
lock
out
just
died?
Ain't
no
where
to
hide,
ain't
no
wear
to
run
What
more
can
they
do
to
a
man
that
ain't
been
done
A
mind
is
a
terrible
thing
to
waste
Especially
if
its
all
over
the
place,
your
mind
all
over
his
face
How
do
brains
taste,
when
they
mixed
with
gun
powder
Semi
to
fully
automatic
makes
the
gun
louder
I
got
som'thin
to
fix
pain
when
I
kicks
game
'Cuz
I'ma
float
off
more
tracks
than
they
sixth
train
You
'bout
to
get
flamed,
from
ash
to
ashes
to
dirt
You
gon'
go
with
the
dough
that
your
life
was
worth
Motherfucker
1 Intro
2 Murderers (Edited)
3 Dem Niggaz
4 Shit Gets Ugly
5 We Getting High Tonight (Edited)
6 Tales from the Darkside (Edited)
7 Get It Right ((Edited))
8 We Different
9 Rebels Symphony (Edited)
10 Black Or White
11 If You Were My Bitch
12 Crime Scene (Edited)
13 Somebody's Gonna Die Tonight
14 Holla Holla (Remix)
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