Peace. ha-ha don't make me laugh<br />
All I hear is motherfuckers talkin' succotash<br />
Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang<br />
I'm a nigga, gotta live by the trigger<br />
How the fuck do you figure?<br />
That I can say peace and the gunshots won't cease<br />
Every cop killin' goes ignored<br />
They just send another nigga to the morgue<br />
A point scored- they could give a fuck about us<br />
They rather catch us with guns and white powder<br />
If I was old, they'd probably be a friend of me<br />
Since I'm young, they consider me the enemy<br />
They kill ten of me to get the job correct<br />
To serve, protect, and break a nigga's neck<br />
'Cause I'm the one with the trunk of funk<br />
And "Fuck Tha Police" in the tape deck<br />
You should listen to me 'cause there's more to see<br />
Call my neighborhood a ghetto 'cause it houses minorities<br />
The other color don't know you can run but not hide<br />
These are tales from the darkside<br />
<br />
You wanna free Africa, I stare at you<br />
'Cause we ain't got it too good in America<br />
I can't fuck with them overseas<br />
My homeboy died over a key of cocaine<br />
It was plain and simple<br />
The nine millimeter went pop to the temple<br />
Pop pop pop was the sound I put the bitch down<br />
And ran to the schoolyard bathroom<br />
Looked in the trash can yo it had room<br />
So I ducked my ass in it for a minute<br />
Covered with sweat I had the layback<br />
Mad as fuck, thinkin' about the payback<br />
Tonight the crew gonna have a little fun<br />
I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun<br />
It's gettin' critical - I start the five-point-oh<br />
There they go - drive real slow<br />
I yelled out "Ice Cube sucka"<br />
Shot gun hit - and murder motherfuckers<br />
I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off<br />
Its a shame, that niggas die young<br />
But to the light side it don't matter none<br />
It'll be a drive by homicide<br />
But to me it's just another tale from the darkside<br />
<br />
Standing in the middle of war<br />
The middle we flex<br />
When we die, they won't make check<br />
Ebony can't see to the darkside<br />
The term they apply to us is a nigga<br />
Call it what you want, 'cause I'm comin' from the coroner<br />
Same applies with a PhD<br />
Who's black - don't wanna role - sells his soul<br />
Watch his head go rollin'<br />
Who the fuck are they foolin'?<br />
Nobody knows, but I suppose the color of my clothes<br />
Matches the color of the one on my face as they wonder what's under my waist<br />
Standin' on the verge of them gettin' brown<br />
That's a fact got a fear on their bozack<br />
Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide<br />
Yet cube, they can't fuck with the darkside