[Intro]

Yeah, Dizzark

Yeah, uh, come on, bring it back

One time, one time for the motherfuckin' mind

I beat that bastard nigga

Uh, the darker nigga, the darker nigga

[Verse]

Ayo, I gots to hear the beat so I can eat, aight?

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!

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

'Cause what I usеd to give a fuck about, just ain't there

And ain't nothing fair, I knеw this for a long time

Thats why with ever wrong crime comes another strong rhyme

And thats mo' time under the belt, you felt what I had

And I shouldn't have even done it, thats 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, then I gots to steal it

'Cause 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 you made of

If your shit ain't pumpin Kool-Aid, what you afraid of?

The monster under the bed, three or four slugs to the head

Or your baby's mother missing for a month, found dead

Worms comin' from places you stuck yo dick in

Maggots got the bitch covered and the smell's sickening

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 gettin my groove on, 'cause that shit could fuck with you

Keep dwellin on it, and its gonna get stuck with you

Niggas try their luck with you, 'cause they smell ass

And money if you pussy, I'm gonna be able to tell fast

So cop out to this smack across the face in this robbery

I'm on a robbin' spree, and ain't no stoppin me

On this real, thats why a nigga stay writin

'Cause, kid, this shit is real, what you think, we play fightin'?

You must of saw something funny, or never saw something bloody

Or you don't know that I'll bring it to your door 'cause I'm cruddy

Like Putty, 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 that didn't know you do get killed for

I done filled four niggas up with the extended clip

Just 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 your moms block

From here to Comstock, niggas is gettin' bust wide

Cell gangsters last night from lock out just died

Ain't nowhere to hide and ain't nowhere 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 it's all over the place, your mind all over his face

How do brains taste, when they mixed with gunpowder?

Semi to fully automatic makes the gun louder

I got som'thin to fix pain when I kicks game

'Cause I done flowed off more tracks than the six train

You 'bout to get flamed, from ash to ashes to dirt

But you gon' go with the dough that your life was worth, motherfucker!

[Outro]

Dizzark mizzam Izzex

Steve Black on the '1-and-2'

?, 'cause it's real

Ya'meen? One love Boomer!

Grrr... Niggas ain't ready

Niggas is not ready, no matter what

The dark, the dark, uh uh uh, the dark

Haha, the dark baby!