[Chorus:]
Rap, Rap, Rap Rappers are in danger, yeah it's The Darkside Ha
Welcome to The Darkside


You gotta a problem motha$#&@er then holla all you seen was the batter
No lebron when I pop in your flowers

Run up in your labels beat your head with them plax
Better watch wat you shake on them rats
^!$$% I am coccaine I am exstortion

We are da streets yes we are in -
Time to take the gloves off mask off hit em
With the MOSSBERG splashin blast first

Baby guts black hurts you ^!$$% ain't ready
For ready wanna talk saucey turn your $#&@ers
Head to spaghetti all you young boys

I got 16 in you can kill and shoot
The booth up but still can't win
^!$$% left me for dead try to

Kick to da curb till them c and p
Boys came and put in da word
Now it's more maybachs

More phantom chops
Ball til we fall til
Da judge let da hammer

Drop

[Chorus x4]


Champagne dreams
Cashmere nightmares

^!$$% could'nttouch my flow
Not in light years
This is it like da best of da mic

Years you ^!$$% more #~!!@
Than !@()s here
Yeaah and da ra pound

With a chick with a
Fatter $$# then kanye's girl
Suck 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 $#&@ da
Cops music yeh
U now rockin

With The Darkside
No luv so you know a
^!$$% heart cry

Bet I still b on top
Wen them cars fly
Even then I still let da sparks fly

Lotta ^!$$% turn the dick into a slit
Sit down and pee ^!$$%
Now ain't dat (*##$


[Chorus x4]