Rap, rap, rap rappers are in danger,
Yeah its The Darkside Ha
Welcome to The Darkside
You gotta a problem mothaf**a'
Then holla all you seen was the batter
No Lebron when I pop in your flowers
Run up in your labels beat your head wit them plax
Better watch wat you shake on them rats
n***a I am c**aine I am extortion
We are da streets yes we are in
Time to take the gloves off mask off hit 'em
Wit' the Mossberg splashin' blast first
Baby guts black hurts you n***a ain't ready
For ready wanna talk saucey turn your f**in'
Head to spaghetti all you young boys
I got 16 in you can k** and shoot
The booth up but still cant win
n***a left me for dead try to
Kick to da curb till them c and p
Boys came and put in da word
Now its more Maybachs
More phantom chops
Ball til we fall til
Da judge let da hammer
Drop
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Champagne dreams
Cashmere nightmares
n***a couldn't touch my flow
Not in light years
This is it like da best of da mic
Years you n***a more p**y
Than dykes here
Yeah and da ra pound
Wit a chick wit a
Fatter a** then Kanye's girl
sh** if you been to Harry's
In da streets is where you
Find me the same hood
They suppose let shine be
This dat block music
Yeah go ahead and bust
A shot music back it up
Hustle rocks f** da
Cops music yeh
You now rockin
Wit' The Darkside
No luv so you know a
n***a heart cry
Bet I still b on top
Wen them cars fly
Even then I still let da sparks fly
Lotta n***a turn the dicks into a slit
Sit down and pee n***a
Now ain't dat b**h