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

You gotta a problem mothafucker then holla all u 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 u shake on them rats
Nigga 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 u nigga ain't ready
For ready wanna talk saucey turn your fuckers
Head to spaghetti all u young boys
I got 16 in u can kill and shoot
The booth up but still can't win
Nigga 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
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Da judge let da hammer
Drop

[Chorus x4]

Champagne dreams
Cashmere nightmares
Nigga could'nttouch my flow
Not in light years
This is it like da best of da mic
Years u nigga more pussy
Than dykes here
Yeaah and da ra pound
With a chick with a
Fatter ass then kanye's girl
Suck if u been to harry's
In da streets is where u
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 fuck da
Cops music yeh
U now rockin
With The Darkside
No luv so u know a
Nigga heart cry
Bet I still b on top
Wen them cars fly
Even then I still let da sparks fly
Lotta nigga turn the dick into a slit
Sit down and pee nigga
Now ain't dat bitch

[Chorus x4]

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