Dark & Violent (feat. J.K. the Rapper & Nell)
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๐ ID: 321599
๐ Lyrics
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
X2
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?
(Car driving)
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, riding
Trials and tribulations of the dark and violent
Reply...
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
X2
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?
(Car driving)
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, riding
Trials and tribulations of the dark and violent
Reply...
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:10.19] Fang life!
[00:13.92] You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside
[00:17.48] You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside
[00:20.43] Welcome to the land
[00:21.18] You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside
[00:25.65] What it's 'bout?!
[00:26.93] It's 'bout a young nigga, running away from the moon to catch the sun quicker
[00:30.57] Drug dealer, Nino with the steelo trying to sell kilos and grams
[00:34.47] Settling angry stomachs up in his fam
[00:37.16] So if that silver spoon on your plate, if you touch that, that's your fate
[00:40.76] Don't have faith, Like Evans, you got to face demons to get to your heaven
[00:44.26] The pimps is the prophets, not prophets for reverends, this is the lifestyle of a broke adolescent
[00:47.15] So here's a lesson of a teen who survived Rikers
[00:51.26] But shortly, his life had ended with a bullet that's made out of Midas
[00:55.02] Touch
[00:55.99] X2
[01:08.53] You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside
[01:11.95] You ain't never felt the pain of the darkside
[01:15.55] You ain't felt the burning flames of the darkside
[01:18.98] You ain't have a fucking name on the darkside
[01:22.13] Knew a young brother without a name, he was in love with his nina trapped
[01:25.12] And steadily schemin, barely sleepin, but dreamin of pretty bitches and beamers
[01:29.84] But when he awake, he sees his fate
[01:32.20] And his reality, to do whatever it takes to elevate his fucking salary
[01:36.18] Any niggas a casualty, kill 'em, rob 'em
[01:39.67] Then casually walk off into the darkness, it all started
[01:42.62] When he was, welcomed into our fucked up world, the son of a fucked up girl
[01:46.23] And his father was just a blur, his life had took a curve
[01:49.22] When he saw his brother dead on the curb, due to retaliation
[01:52.41] Of the gang relation, he was young, a kid, a baby
[01:56.29] And yet to realize the pollution of the nation
[01:59.61] Now he 18 life in jail is what he facin'
[02:03.43] Shit, murder was the case that they gave him
[02:06.77] Shit, murder was the case when they raised him
[02:10.15] Mind stuck in the all black prison
[02:13.32] You think he give a fuck about the system?
[02:16.02] (Car driving)
[02:21.08] Nigga we gotta get this money
[02:23.79] Damn right
[02:24.40] We gotta get this money, I got the plans...
[02:25.93] Everything's set up
[02:26.96] Just got to go in there-.
[02:28.26] Got the banger man, as long as you got the hammer man, we out
[02:30.89] ...Go by the book...
[02:33.32] You ready to do this shit or what?
[02:35.98] Yeah, yeah, 'this what I got to do
[02:42.18] Out on the gank, rolling the dank
[02:43.66] As he cased out the bank, he was catching that shank
[02:46.33] Getting loaded the stick, trying to major his rank
[02:48.73] Thugging was how he was brought in the paint
[02:51.24] Rush the security, no longer pure was thee
[02:53.87] Soul turned it cold for the love of the gold
[02:55.95] Bust in the air, everyone hit the floor
[02:58.19] Not giving a fuck, loc-ing off of the 'dro
[03:00.88] Bodied a nigga, riding in a dropped 'Lac
[03:03.43] Top back, cruising them twenty fours
[03:05.36] So I went crazy, my vision got hazy
[03:07.70] I walked in the bank, and I start to get bold
[03:10.27] Clutching that pistol grip
[03:11.78] The teller was moving too slow so I pistol-whipped
[03:14.71] The bitch, he was twitching, bust at a civilian
[03:16.97] And blasted the mag with no mask in the buildin'
[03:19.50] Burn the fingertips off, replace the dental
[03:21.85] Left the golden bullet magic in his coufie, no his temple
[03:24.64] That's engraved, leaving corpses
[03:27.25] In graves, Glock 17 cutting fades
[03:29.17] Barber, we dumped the security in the harbor
[03:31.47] Then we switched the identity, so the name Leroy Carter
[03:34.04] The bank teller looking short and squeamish
[03:36.87] Steve pistol-whipped the bitch; she kept screaming
[03:38.97] Shut up, ho, before a nigga nut up, ho
[03:41.88] Steve said he couldn't take the shit
[03:43.53] So he took her to the back, then Steve grabbed the MAC
[03:45.83] Then he put it to her head, and then he ripped the bitch
[03:48.28] Boy, we gotta do a job or we might get toast
[03:50.76] 13 shots rung out and it left two ghost
[03:53.12] Tales from the dark side, jack move, riding
[03:55.67] Trials and tribulations of the dark and violent
[03:58.22] Reply...
[04:18.27]
[00:13.92] You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside
[00:17.48] You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside
[00:20.43] Welcome to the land
[00:21.18] You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside
[00:25.65] What it's 'bout?!
[00:26.93] It's 'bout a young nigga, running away from the moon to catch the sun quicker
[00:30.57] Drug dealer, Nino with the steelo trying to sell kilos and grams
[00:34.47] Settling angry stomachs up in his fam
[00:37.16] So if that silver spoon on your plate, if you touch that, that's your fate
[00:40.76] Don't have faith, Like Evans, you got to face demons to get to your heaven
[00:44.26] The pimps is the prophets, not prophets for reverends, this is the lifestyle of a broke adolescent
[00:47.15] So here's a lesson of a teen who survived Rikers
[00:51.26] But shortly, his life had ended with a bullet that's made out of Midas
[00:55.02] Touch
[00:55.99] X2
[01:08.53] You ain't never heard no tales from the darkside
[01:11.95] You ain't never felt the pain of the darkside
[01:15.55] You ain't felt the burning flames of the darkside
[01:18.98] You ain't have a fucking name on the darkside
[01:22.13] Knew a young brother without a name, he was in love with his nina trapped
[01:25.12] And steadily schemin, barely sleepin, but dreamin of pretty bitches and beamers
[01:29.84] But when he awake, he sees his fate
[01:32.20] And his reality, to do whatever it takes to elevate his fucking salary
[01:36.18] Any niggas a casualty, kill 'em, rob 'em
[01:39.67] Then casually walk off into the darkness, it all started
[01:42.62] When he was, welcomed into our fucked up world, the son of a fucked up girl
[01:46.23] And his father was just a blur, his life had took a curve
[01:49.22] When he saw his brother dead on the curb, due to retaliation
[01:52.41] Of the gang relation, he was young, a kid, a baby
[01:56.29] And yet to realize the pollution of the nation
[01:59.61] Now he 18 life in jail is what he facin'
[02:03.43] Shit, murder was the case that they gave him
[02:06.77] Shit, murder was the case when they raised him
[02:10.15] Mind stuck in the all black prison
[02:13.32] You think he give a fuck about the system?
[02:16.02] (Car driving)
[02:21.08] Nigga we gotta get this money
[02:23.79] Damn right
[02:24.40] We gotta get this money, I got the plans...
[02:25.93] Everything's set up
[02:26.96] Just got to go in there-.
[02:28.26] Got the banger man, as long as you got the hammer man, we out
[02:30.89] ...Go by the book...
[02:33.32] You ready to do this shit or what?
[02:35.98] Yeah, yeah, 'this what I got to do
[02:42.18] Out on the gank, rolling the dank
[02:43.66] As he cased out the bank, he was catching that shank
[02:46.33] Getting loaded the stick, trying to major his rank
[02:48.73] Thugging was how he was brought in the paint
[02:51.24] Rush the security, no longer pure was thee
[02:53.87] Soul turned it cold for the love of the gold
[02:55.95] Bust in the air, everyone hit the floor
[02:58.19] Not giving a fuck, loc-ing off of the 'dro
[03:00.88] Bodied a nigga, riding in a dropped 'Lac
[03:03.43] Top back, cruising them twenty fours
[03:05.36] So I went crazy, my vision got hazy
[03:07.70] I walked in the bank, and I start to get bold
[03:10.27] Clutching that pistol grip
[03:11.78] The teller was moving too slow so I pistol-whipped
[03:14.71] The bitch, he was twitching, bust at a civilian
[03:16.97] And blasted the mag with no mask in the buildin'
[03:19.50] Burn the fingertips off, replace the dental
[03:21.85] Left the golden bullet magic in his coufie, no his temple
[03:24.64] That's engraved, leaving corpses
[03:27.25] In graves, Glock 17 cutting fades
[03:29.17] Barber, we dumped the security in the harbor
[03:31.47] Then we switched the identity, so the name Leroy Carter
[03:34.04] The bank teller looking short and squeamish
[03:36.87] Steve pistol-whipped the bitch; she kept screaming
[03:38.97] Shut up, ho, before a nigga nut up, ho
[03:41.88] Steve said he couldn't take the shit
[03:43.53] So he took her to the back, then Steve grabbed the MAC
[03:45.83] Then he put it to her head, and then he ripped the bitch
[03:48.28] Boy, we gotta do a job or we might get toast
[03:50.76] 13 shots rung out and it left two ghost
[03:53.12] Tales from the dark side, jack move, riding
[03:55.67] Trials and tribulations of the dark and violent
[03:58.22] Reply...
[04:18.27]