[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 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

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 you nigga ain't ready

For ready wanna talk saucey turn your fuckers

Head to spaghetti all you young boys

I got 16 in you 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

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 you nigga more pussy

Than dykes here

Yeaah and da ra pound

With a chick with a

Fatter ass 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 fuck da

Cops music yeh

U now rockin

With The Darkside

No luv so you 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]