Darkside E — Tales From The Darkside

Yeah dog Shit She came back from the doctor Hell yeah she pregnant bro Talking about a couple weeks [Verse 1] A young nigga who ain't have shit Or a pot but he ain't about to hold his piss (naw) Took his last hundred dollars and brought his self a zip 'Cause his girlfriend pregnant 'finna drop his first kid Now his phone slapping (grind) worked his way up Had to get a bigger scale got his weight up Dog said fuck the nicks banging bigs now Ducked off in the 'burbs where he live now He ran into this cat he knew from down the way Said he knew a way that he could get him extra paid Usually he smart but this time not Last time you heard he was out scoping niggas spots But they exchanged numbers he saved it in his phone Told him meet me at my trap on Martindale around four He hit the corner pull up and stop at the spot Niggas pull up hop out put the Glock to his eye (what up nigga) But homie ain't shocked shit he knew what was up 'Cause he had the burner tucked better yet it was up And they tried to rob dude with a BB gun And got 'murked 'cause homie had a CC dub And now he out of there four bodies at the scene Nobody saw shit boy got away clean No looking back niggas had to bleed for they greed (fuck 'em) Besides they tried to take him from his seed Lil' bro get the word now that nigga on tip (crazy) Before they retaliate we got to come back quick Hit his call log hollered at the whole click Told lil' bro meet me at my crib around six Now they piled up in the basement niggas loading up Ready to let some shots off and roll the window up Young wild crazy niggas they don't give a fuck They'll pull a M quick and get the dipping out Pass the street make a U turn hit a sharp right Drive slow hit the lights its gone be a long night Park here we gone wait even for a long time Long as choppers chewing through his skin like a dog bite Drove around the hood circled it the whole night (damn) And still ain't see this fuck nigga in sight Then 'cuz said who the fuck this niggaa on a bike Turned out to be who they're looking for the whole time So you know what happens next Niggas hit him in his neck Niggas hit him in his chest Niggas hit him in his back Caught a few to the dome Made sure the Nigga gone Niggas picked up the shells then got the fuck on Now he on his way home don't give a fuck 'bout what he did Niggas die everyday had to get it how he live Survival of the fittest it was either you or him Its codes but really ain't no rules to this shit So he feeling blessed 'cause it could have happened worse Then he get a text his 'ol girl giving birth Rushed to Henry Ford she bring the child to the world And he got his wish they had a lil' baby girl Niggas meet on the Ave the next day to repent Niggas cared but only to a religious extent Approached it like oh well karma is a bitch This the same cat who killed my pops back in ninety six