them Boyz N The Hood like Cuba Gooding I go to the place in the hood that the shooter shouldn't We do the casing, you do the bookin' Like the police Speaking
vanish I rolled up on a jet black kid the nigga started speakin spanish Yo! You wasn't from Panana!! I asked you how you get so fuckin dark, you said
we eat To teach, shake my head in disbelief 41 shots, a young brotha deceased Gunned down by police, is there no justice, no peace? So fuck the police
's all I'll be See I'm tired of the sparkly shit, niggaz talkin' shit I wanna see the streets dark again, let the heaters spark again Police callin'
*police radio* (humming) (U-God) Night falling, red dawn, without warning or beef Late night city life, in the dark Manhattan fog, creep wit' cats and
pride and the insight To do what's right, yo black, it's yo' life Once upon a time called now we start this A chosen one came forth from the darkness
self you've lost any resemblance They say the city make a dark impression The youth just lost and they want direction But they don't get the police, they
I woke up in the darkness at twelve seventeen, to shots and sirenes Look out the window, peep the high beams Now, they searchin', the cops lookin' for
a damn shame I got to put my mom through the strain I'm livin' in a house of pain Is anybody listenin' and tell me can you can see This darkness surroundin
hobby and latenly lobby So try me, go 'head and take a bite Might as well say good night Try to put me in the dark, I don't take it light Now if
It's laundry mat track, keep the loot in Iraq Iraq, see the wirly world, see Iraq Binoculars, eyes is out, sun they watchin' us Jake hit the strip, now police
watching over his luck Was the love of his life Is the lady that was known as Simone When out of the night which was dark and cold Into the smoke-filled
come beatin down the block and i crack the bedrock Dishes drop, the shit comes to a (dead stop) Motherfuckers think godzilla's comin (the lights go dark
ruin all of my clothes. I get so bloody, I sit in, the dark Alone. I have nobody, to tell about, my dark fantasies. I have nobody, to tell about, my dark
like rain Sittin down in my crackhouse, earnin my pay It's the Southwest Jugglette claimin' Del Ray Violent J I'm known by the gang squad and police
97. Time on the clock 1:11. Thinkin bout sendin somebody to heaven. On the crossroads of faith of a soul lies in my hands. I suppose, know im wearin dark
is Twiztid, 2nd Hand Smoke You be the judge Phat or Wack? Free your mind I represent the East side, no peace Fuck the police We tell you to increase
ruin, all of my clothes I get so bloody, I sit in, the dark alone I have nobody, to tell about, my dark fantasies I have nobody, to tell about, my dark