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[Intro: Fat Joe] Yeah! This is it y'all (Darkside), Darkside Volume One Hope you enjoyed We had to take you out classic status, you feel me? We had to touch it (Darkside) - Yeah! So I say [Chorus (sample)] Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Peace God (peace y'all!) I'm gone, I'm gone, I'm on my way Darkside, Darkside, Darkside [DJ Premier scratches over fourth line] ("Listen to the situationmy son") [Fat Joe] Premo on the beat, yeah I know it sounds different But his man's just passed, yeah his soul's just risen Cold, cold, world is the word that was given As he see me fifteen with the burner out of prison Gangster - fuck that, I'm (GangStarr) Tell Nas (hip-hop's dead) now, my man's gone As I rise to the top, knee-deep in thegame I survived every shot Back to life like (Thriller), back to reality Flipped the light scoop, got everybody mad at me Uhh, don't let nobody put the battery Songtexte'Cause those things'll go 'pop pop' through your anatomy I'm hungry nigga, I'll eat your flesh I'ma butcher, chainsaw through your spleen and chest There's a darkside of Texas too, word to syndicate No matter how intricate shit gets, the hit you get Joe Crack, yeah man on fire Conversatin with the devil, rockin diamond messiahs Uhh, I seek the truth while the streets admire me Killers across the world say it's me they inspire to be Feds on my back from my ties to criminology Can't look back now, tomorrow's never promised B Where I'm from, for (president) we voted Eric B Joe been crack way before my philosophy Banned from TV, BET won't play me Still we do it B.I.G. it's all gravy It's our reality, you call it crazy But it's a darkside, it's what you made me No more Mr. Nice Guy - pay me What you niggaz owe before I come for your babies? [DJ Premier scratches] "Listen to the situation my son" So I say [Chorus] [Outro: Fat Joe] Yeah! Been in this game for a minute man - seen a lot of shit man Shout out Forrest Projects man, Diggin' in the Crates Crew Went to the Amateur Night at the Apollo, won four weeks in a row That nigga Chris Lighty came and signed me, nigga I had like ten cars Medallions down to my dick nigga, Davader suits on - haha! Saved my life nigga, I took a motherfuckin pay cut to do this shit right hereman All these rappin niggaz talkin about they dope boys, they real niggaz man I don't know - I don't see these niggaz, feel me? So I wanted a lil bit more than that underground shit Had that army fatigue, the Chuckers I signed a nigga by the name of Big Pun That nigga went double plat on niggaz We was at the Grammy's with motherfuckin fo' fifths in our waist nigga Hahahaha! So you know Pun passed, I had to carry on tradition nigga Don Cartagena had to rise to the occasion All by myself nigga! Linked up with the R, linked up with Ashanti - the rest was history nigga Platinum plaques man We been rollin ever since man, we been bank rollin ever since man You feel me? That Lean Back was number one song of the fuckin decade Check the fuckin Billboard nigga! Shit! Niggaz wanna sleep on Crack Niggaz wanna front onCrack, I said, "Fuck y'all niggaz, I'm goin independent man!" Make it Rain, threemillion iTunes sold man I don't give a fuck nigga! Fight for my life, this is the resurrection nigga! Hop out the motherfuckin casket - brush the motherfuckin dust off my shouldersnigga! Yeah - see what you don't understand is that I eat, sleep, drink music man Nobody knows music like me man - this is what I do man! All these miserable fucks man - e'rybody got they fuckin hand out E'rybody want you to just come, give 'em money Go across the world nigga, go earn, come back and give 'em money for free man Tell them niggaz get a life, get a job, suck a dick nigga It's Crack bitch! Welcome to the Darkside - a.k.a. "I Don't Give a Fuck Music" nigga A.k.a. "I Will Kill You Niggaz Music" - haha! Seen that nigga Puff surfin on the hood nigga You killed that Harlem shit bruh - HA! Yeah, Darkside nigga [echoes] Azariah I love you baby - that's my little Queen Ryan what up? Junito what up? Chu-Chu what up? John-John what up? Gianni what up nigga? - HA! [echoes] Little Joe rock on, Little Joe rest in peace Big Fred rest in peace Guru [echoes] rest in peace nigga Now I can officially say hip-hop is dead nigga Crack nigga Aus Songtexte Mania