Peace. ha-ha don`t make me laugh
All I hear is motherf**kers talkin` succotash
Livin` large, tellin` me to get out the gang
I`m a ni**a, gotta live by the trigger
How the f**k do you figure?
That I can say peace and the gunshots won`t cease
Every cop killin` goes ignored
They just send another ni**a to the morgue
A point scored- they could give a f**k about us
They rather catch us with guns and white powder
If I was old, they`d probably be a friend of me
Since I`m young, they consider me the enemy
They kill ten of me to get the job correct
To serve, protect, and break a ni**a`s neck
`Cause I`m the one with the trunk of funk
And "F**k 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
The other color don`t know you can run but not hide
These are tales from the darkside

You wanna free Africa, I stare at you
`Cause we ain`t got it too good in America
I can`t f**k with them overseas
My homeboy died over a key of cocaine
It was plain and simple
The nine millimeter 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
Mad as f**k, thinkin` about the payback
Tonight the crew gonna have a little fun
I went home and c**ked the barrel of my shotgun
It`s gettin` critical - I start the five-point-oh
There they go - drive real slow
I yelled out "Ice Cube sucka"
Shot gun hit - and murder motherf**kers
I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off
Its a shame, that ni**as die young
But to the light side it don`t matter none
It`ll be a drive by homicide
But to me it`s just another tale from the darkside

Standing in the middle of war
The middle we flex
When we die, they won`t make check
Ebony can`t see to the darkside
The term they apply to us is a ni**a
Call it what you want, `cause I`m comin` from the coroner
Same applies with a PhD
Who`s black - don`t wanna role - sells his soul
Watch his head go rollin`
Who the f**k 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 f**k with the darkside