The Dark Ones

[Verse 1: Lil Keith]
Doing my club thang, getting my drank on
Leave that ass dead, flat line, man, they're gone
Ask about them in they hood nobody knows who they are
Singin' themes comin' up from the ground and the good bar
Get to rollin wit me baby, hop in there's enough room
Showing as much of my game face, the world can consume
I'm on my knee's lord please see me through this pain
Cause its everythang my classic ain't threw up my 'Lac cane
To my moms and my pops, aiyo, it's Thanksgiving
Cash ya ass off a couple of packs, palm spitting
Cut through the alley, oh shit I almost bust my ass
D.M.S. we ride the storm until the weather pass
You know, I gotta go, we gotta breeze, player
And the guitar player laid down a heavy layer
There ain't flare like mine I'm always buzzin' often stingin' and
Fuck it, if he work and she work Da Band
With the whole section eight Egyptian power rap
We are on a mission that'll cover the map
Funky G and them O.G.'s, Trenny and 'em
To never attack, react to those who pissed them
And brought me back to his loving, delivered me from destruction
An active role in regional settlements assumptions
YRNK and Extreme Shade i'm tired of these bitch faggots
Talkin shit but whats a Turantula compared to little maggots?
We ordered up the strongest drink that we could of think
That girl dont want you, that bitch wants a free drink
I run that ditch like Lorenzo White
We can wine and dine till the morning light

[Verse 2: Sebastian Dark]
And if good life is only the word
Sayin they all out cause of me thats absurd
How straight men go in and come out queer as a folk
I kick it to your moms, slippin' Mickey's in her Coke
Desperate for a rocket, notify me next of kin
Red Hook was one projects easy to get killed in
It's all worth the aggravation, black woman through you
Stirrin' trouble in my bitches brew, it's true
Slumped inside when I walk past the jeep
We do it cheap, hide our money in the heap
And I dress so viciously
Son call emergency they rushed off nervously
While imma take that thought back now lets dwell
When the mind is confined to a prisoner cell?
Cool and quiet, but quick to start up a riot
I take your eye out now you look like a pirate
Not about the money of the fame these bitches be so damn lame
I blast my music in my house and neighbors filed a complaint
Inject us to the next session, and suppress the screams
Behind those wooded trees, tryin' to destroy our fucking dreams
Ha-ha, now what you know about them LA boys
As soon as I finished, I lost my poise, make some noise
Traded in her yellow chalk for charcoal sticks
In that soy sauce, a day in that fucking six