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Testin', testin' Darkside Take one COUPE I wanna show you the dark side where none of the stars shine Multiple straps, multiple star signs Multiple dogs flyin' Totin' the MAC, recordin' on Macs The apples of crossed eyes I think my boy got some shit on his back Wherever he goin', I can't get 'em back I keep it concealed in the function Ready for nonsense I done had con friends since a young kid I seen a nun sin I done had numb limbs tryna run hills, runnin' from gun drills Ridin' around with the torch filled Like I'm in the field with a force field I know it's fake, yeah Runnin' on E up and down the street Gun in my jeans Ain't no sun on my street [?], uh, thug in my genes I done had thirty K's Letras de cancionesWomen for thirty days Just for my sleep Heard a little birdie say, "You was gon' hurt somebody" Yeah, we gon' see, yeah Bro with it braidin' the blunt with runts I'm big pup, down with no rut From state to state, my statement sure My stunt, my stick gon' show and they shrunk We can go lick for lick We can go blick for blick for month to month We can got hit for hit We can go hunt for hunt But you better not run when I- Show you the dark side where none of the stars shine Multiple straps, multiple star signs Multiple dogs flyin' Totin' the MAC, recordin' on Macs The apples of crossed eyes I think my boy got some shit on his back Wherever he goin', I can't get 'em back (Can't get 'em back) Think it's the dark side exposin' the southside Settle the score Now it look lopsided According to y'all side Multiple raps, multiple broads slide Lookin' for star signs I lift the city and this on my back Ain't where you from you know where you at I'm on the wild west where it's high-tech, TEC grippers on Hi-Tech Triple reply text from the dark side speakin' difficult dialect My niggas ain't tired yet, we got dark ties Man, these niggas ain't tired yet I beat the high score with my eyes closed Now I'm just doin' side quests Fuckin' my ex and my side ex Fuck up the check on an iron piece Bust up a check on a chime piece 3 A.M. in the 6 nine deep I see my vision in 9D Di-di-digital trappin', might triple the track And the system is simple to crack it I'm in the whip with some criminals crashin' When it got sinister, niggas adapted I caught the code off the zip, now I'm zappin' I took a toke of the zig and I'm zaggin' I fucked a hoe and she wanted some action Wipe that boy nose if you sick of the cappin' [?] of the game It ain't no work, it's a million ways Make sure you niggas remember my name Make sure you never forget when you came to the dark side From Letras Mania