Lyrics:

Verse One Ice Cube**lf****lf**peace - Don''t Make Me Laugh!**lf**all I Hear Is Motherfuckers Rappin Sucotash**lf**livin Large, Tellin Me To Get Out The Gang**lf**i''m A Nigga, Gotta Live By The Trigger**lf**how The Fuck Do You Figure**lf**that I Can Say Peace And The Gunshots Will Cease!**lf**every Cop Killer Goes Ignored**lf**they Just Send Another Nigga To The Morgue**lf**a Point Scored- They Could Give A Fuck About Us**lf**they Rather Catch Us With Guns And White Powder**lf**if I Was Old, They''d Probably Be A Friend Of Me**lf**since I''m Young, They Consider Me The Enemy**lf**they Kill Ten Of Me To Get The Job Correct**lf**to Serve, Protect, And Break A Niggas Neck**lf**cuz I''m The One With The Trunk Of Funk**lf**and ''fuck Tha Police'' In The Tape Deck**lf**you Should Listen To Me Cuz There''s More To See**lf**call My Neighborhood A Ghetto Cuz It Houses Minorities**lf**the Other Color Don''t Know You Can Run But Not Hide**lf**these Are Tales From The Darkside...**lf****lf**verse Two**lf****lf**you Wanna Free Africa, I Stare At Yuh**lf**cuz We Ain''t Got It Too Good In America**lf**i Can''t Fuck With Them Overseas**lf**my Homeboy Died Over A Key Of Cocaine**lf**it Was Plain And Simple**lf**the 9mm Went Pop To The Temple**lf**pop Pop Pop Was The Sound I Put The Bitch Down**lf**and Ran To The Schoolyard Bathroom**lf**looked In The Trash Can Yo It Had Room**lf**so I Ducked My Ass In It For A Minute**lf**covered With Trash I Had To Lay Back**lf**mad As Fuck, Thinkin'' About The Payback**lf**tonite The Crew Gonna Have A Little Fun**lf**i Went Home And Cut The Barrel Of My Shotgun**lf**it''s Gettin Critical - I Stole A 5.0**lf**i Let It Go - Drive Real Slow**lf**i Yelled Out ''ice Cube Sucka''**lf**the Shot-Gun Kicked - And It Murdered Motherfuckers**lf**i Told You Last Album**lf**when I Got A Sawed Off, Bodies Are Hauled Off**lf**its A Shame, That Niggas Die Young**lf**but To The Light Side It Don''t Matter None**lf**it''ll Be A Drive By Homicide**lf**but To Me Its Just Another Tale From The Darkside...**lf****lf**verse Three Chuck D**lf****lf**standing In The Middle Of War**lf**in The Middle We Flex**lf**when We Die, We Won''t Make +jet+**lf**+ebony+ Can''t See To The Lightside**lf**the Term They Apply To Us Is A Nigga**lf**call It What You Want, Cause I''m Comin From The Coroner**lf**sayin My Rhymes With A Ph.d.**lf**who''s Black - Don''t Wanna Role - Sells His Soul**lf**watch His Head Go Rollin**lf**who The Fuck Are They Foolin**lf**nobody Knows, But I Suppose The Color Of My Clothes**lf**matches The Color Of The One On My Face**lf**as They Wonder Whats Under My Waist**lf**[standin On The Verge] Of Them Gettin Brown**lf**thats A Fact Got A Fear On Their Bozack**lf**run, Run, Run, Their Ass Off, They Can Not Hide**lf**yet Cube, They Can''t Fuck With The Darkside!