dark & violent

fang life!

you ain't never heard no tales from the darkside

you ain't never heard no tales from the darkside

welcome to the land

you ain't never heard no tales from the darkside

what it's 'bout?!

it's 'bout a young nigga

running away from the moon to catch the sun quicker

drug dealer

nino with the steelo trying to sell kilos and grams

settling angry stomachs up in his fam

so if that silver spoon on your plate

if you touch that

that's your fate

don't have faith

like evans

you got to face demons to get to your heaven

the pimps is the prophets

not prophets for reverends

this is the lifestyle of a broke adolescent

so here's a lesson of a teen who survived rikers

but shortly

his life had ended with a bullet that's made out of midas

touch

you ain't never heard no tales from the darkside

you ain't never felt the pain of the darkside

you ain't felt the burning flames of the darkside

you ain't have a fucking name on the darkside

knew a young brother without a name

he was in love with his nina trapped

and steadily schemin

barely sleepin

but dreamin of pretty bitches and beamers

but when he awake

he sees his fate

and his reality

to do whatever it takes to elevate his fucking salary

any niggas a casualty

kill 'em

rob 'em

then casually walk off into the darkness

it all started

when he was

welcomed into our fucked up world

the son of a fucked up girl

and his father was just a blur

his life had took a curve

when he saw his brother dead on the curb

due to retaliation

of the gang relation

he was young

a kid

a baby

and yet to realize the pollution of the nation

now he 18 life in jail is what he facin'

shit

murder was the case that they gave him

shit

murder was the case when they raised him

mind stuck in the all black prison

you think he give a fuck about the system?

nigga we gotta get this money

damn right

we gotta get this money

i got the plans. everything's set up

just got to go in there-. got the banger man

as long as you got the hammer man

we out

go by the book. you ready to do this shit or what?

yeah

yeah

'this what i got to do

out on the gank

rolling the dank

as he cased out the bank

he was catching that shank

getting loaded the stick

trying to major his rank

thugging was how he was brought in the paint

rush the security

no longer pure was thee

soul turned it cold for the love of the gold

bust in the air

everyone hit the floor

not giving a fuck

loc-ing off of the 'dro

bodied a nigga

riding in a dropped 'lac

top back

cruising them twenty fours

so i went crazy

my vision got hazy

i walked in the bank

and i start to get bold

clutching that pistol grip

the teller was moving too slow so i pistol-whipped

the bitch

he was twitching

bust at a civilian

and blasted the mag with no mask in the buildin'

burn the fingertips off

replace the dental

left the golden bullet magic in his coufie

no his temple

that's engraved

leaving corpses

in graves

glock 17 cutting fades

barber

we dumped the security in the harbor

then we switched the identity

so the name leroy carter

the bank teller looking short and squeamish

steve pistol-whipped the bitch; she kept screaming

shut up

ho

before a nigga nut up

ho

steve said he couldn't take the shit

so he took her to the back

then steve grabbed the mac

then he put it to her head

and then he ripped the bitch

boy

we gotta do a job or we might get toast

13 shots rung out and it left two ghost

tales from the dark side

jack move

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trials and tribulations of the dark and violent