Endangered Species (tales From The Darkside) [remix] - Chuck D Listen Lyrics - Kill At Will - Ice Cube

Peace. haha don't make me laugh! 

All I hear is muthafucker's talkin' sucotash 

Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang 

I'm a nigga, gotta live by the trigger 

How the fuck do you figure? 

That I can say peace and the gunshots won't cease 

Every cop killin' goes ignored 

They just send another nigga to the morgue 

A point scored- they could give a fuck 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 niggas neck 

Cuz I'm the one with the trunk of funk 

And 'fuck tha police' in the tape deck 

You should listen to me cuz there's more to see 

Call my neighborhood a ghetto cuz it houses minorities 

The other color don't know you can run but not hide 

These are tales from the darkside... 

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Verse two: 

You wanna free africa, I stare at yuh 

Cuz we ain't got it too good in america 

I can't fuck with them overseas 

My homeboy died over a key of cocaine 

It was plain and simple 

The 9mm 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 fuck, thinkin' about the payback 

Tonite the crew gonna have a little fun 

I went home and cocked the barrel of my shotgun 

It's gettin' critical - I start the five point o 

There they go - drive real slow 

I yelled out 'ice cube sucka' 

Shot gun hit - and murder mutahfuckers 

I told you last album, when I got a sawed off, bodies are hard off 

Its a shame, that niggas 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... 

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Verse three: chuck d 

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 nigga 

Call it what you want, cuz I'm comin' from the coroner 

Same applies with a phd 

Who'z black - don't wanna role - sells his soul 

Watch his head go rollin' 

Who the fuck 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 

Thats a fact got a fear on their bozack 

Run, run, run, their ass off, they can not hide 

Yet cube, they can't fuck with the darkside!