Ice Cube - Endangered Species (Tales from the Darkside) [Remix] - Chuck D Listen lyrics

Peace don't make me laugh! All I hear is motherf**ers rappin' succotash Livin' large, tellin' me to get out the gang I'm a n***a, gotta live by the trigger How the f** do you figure? That I can say peace and the gunshots will cease? Every cop k**er goes ignored They just send another n***a to the morgue A point scored- they could give a f** 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 k** ten of me to get the job correct To serve, protect, and break a n***as neck Cause I'm the one with the trunk of funk And 'f** 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 yuh Cause we ain't got it too good in America I can't f** with them overseas My homeboy died over a key of c**aine It was plain and simple The 9mm went "pop" to the temple "pop pop pop" was the sound I put the b**h down And ran to the schoolyard bathroom Looked in the trash can yo it had room So I ducked my a** in it for a minute Covered with trash I had to lay back Mad as f**, thinkin' about the payback Tonight the crew gonna have a little fun I went home and cut the barrel of my shotgun It's gettin' critical, I stole a 5.0 I let it go, drive real slow I yelled out 'Ice Cube s**er' The shot-gun kicked, and it murdered motherf**ers I told you last album When I got a sawed off, bodies are hauled off Its a shame, that n***as die young But to the light side it don't matter none It'll be a drive by homicide But to me its just another tale from the dark side Standing in the middle of war In the middle we flex When we die, we won't make Jet +Ebony+ can't see to the light side The term they apply to us is a n***a Call it what you want, cause I'm comin' from the coroner Sayin my rhymes with a Ph.D. Who's black, don't wanna role, sells his soul Watch his head go rollin' Who the f** 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 whats 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 a** off, they can not hide