'Thá Darksīdé'
Grab the heater the muthafucking uzi nine millimeter I start to squeezen kill at will dont need no fucking reason body count be rising I roll up on yo fuckin set radio jus talkin you lay there wit yo body wet you lay there screamin please dont kill me Mighty this aint right but i dont hear you squeeze the trig now yousa bloody sight i keep on going till I reach the one thats got the stripes this nigga got the strap now im the one whos gonna read yo rights but you aint got none so the penalty from me is death you look pathetic smell like piss and head is wet wit sweat but now its over and your chest is blew out thru yo back saw the one with bars and he didnt get no muthafuckin slack pulled out tha gage racked it back blew of gis fuckin. head seven minutes seven seconds cut the track tha stations dead you feel the heat its comin tou feel tha heat its hot you feel tha heat its blazin as I buck these fucking you haer them uzis ringing the barrels filled with smoke i get that wocked feeling when i hit the chokie choke I'm on a rampage killin coppas nigga I dont care I grab the foe foe hit my blunt and bullets fill tha air you hear the people screaming them bitches run and hide the badge's hit tha ground nigga its. the dark side. The darkside of day light got niggas wearing black strapped with them big gats and looking for a jack on attack for the soft ones them niggas dont be playing the ghettos a jungle filled with everyday slayings so nigga be real its a game of kill or be killed in everyday hoods a nigga got to have them deadly skills or be chalked up and wiped up off the map you got to have heart to peel a muthafucks kap this flow im spittin is just tha facts of how my dawgs ryde my shit is just real not how i feel abou tha Dark syde.
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Grab the heater the muthafucking uzi nine millimeter I start to squeezen kill at will dont need no fucking reason body count be rising I roll up on yo fuckin set radio jus talkin you lay there wit yo body wet you lay there screamin please dont kill me Mighty this aint right but i dont hear you squeeze the trig now yousa bloody sight i keep on going till I reach the one thats got the stripes this nigga got the strap now im the one whos gonna read yo rights but you aint got none so the penalty from me is death you look pathetic smell like piss and head is wet wit sweat but now its over and your chest is blew out thru yo back saw the one with bars and he didnt get no muthafuckin slack pulled out tha gage racked it back blew of gis fuckin. head seven minutes seven seconds cut the track tha stations dead you feel the heat its comin tou feel tha heat its hot you feel tha heat its blazin as I buck these fucking you haer them uzis ringing the barrels filled with smoke i get that wocked feeling when i hit the chokie choke I'm on a rampage killin coppas nigga I dont care I grab the foe foe hit my blunt and bullets fill tha air you hear the people screaming them bitches run and hide the badge's hit tha ground nigga its. the dark side. The darkside of day light got niggas wearing black strapped with them big gats and looking for a jack on attack for the soft ones them niggas dont be playing the ghettos a jungle filled with everyday slayings so nigga be real its a game of kill or be killed in everyday hoods a nigga got to have them deadly skills or be chalked up and wiped up off the map you got to have heart to peel a muthafucks kap this flow im spittin is just tha facts of how my dawgs ryde my shit is just real not how i feel abou tha Dark syde.
killing it