Tales From the Darkside chords by DMX, The Murderers

SimplifiedF#m · G · C# · F# · Gm

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Verse 1
F#m 
G 
F#m 
C# 
An    d now, a tale from the dark side.
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C# 
G 
F#m 
F# 
C# 
G 
Gm 
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F#m 
G 
Ayo, I got to hear the beat so I can eat
If I can't live, you can't live,
ain't nothin' sweet
Bitch ass niggas think it's
F#m 
all about Versace
Week later, the niggas talkin' about your ex,
Scott
Thought he was my man,
G 
but he act like he ain't on it
I knew he had the joint,
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G 
but I ain't wanna make him show it
That nigga be buckin',
F#m 
stickin' cats  up at fancy
Doin' his dirt,
then disappearin' like the Phantom
G 
Niggas can't stand him,
but ask me if I care
Cause what I used to give a
fuck about just ain't there
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G 
And   ain't nothin' fair,
F#m 
I knew  this for a long time
That's why with every wrong crime
comes another strong rhyme
G 
And that's more time, under the belt,
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G 
you felt what I had
And I shouldn't even done it,
that's what made this shit sad
F#m 
I'm doin' bad, but if I got   to feel it,
you got to feel it
And if a nigga can't afford it,
then I got to steal it
C# 
G 
Cause that's how I   feel it, yes,
when this shit hits the fan
You still tryin' to get the man?
First catch up with the man
F#m 
Then we gon' see what you made of
If this shit ain't pumpin' Kool -Aid,
what you afraid of?
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The monster under the bed,
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G 
Gm 
till your foe slugs to the head
G 
Or your baby's mother,
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G 
missin' for a month, found dead
Worms comin' from places
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you   stuck your dick in
Nuggets got the bitch covered,
and the smell sickin'
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G 
Plastic don't hide the smell for too long,
I do wrong
So I don't have nightmares,
I forget about it, move on
Keep gettin' my groove on,
F#m 
cause that shit could fuck with you
Keep dwellin' on it,
and it's gon' get stuck with you
G 
Niggas probably luck with you,
cause they smell ass
Money if you pussy,
I'ma be able to tell fast
F#m 
They cop out to a smack across the face,
and it's robbery
I'm on a robbery spree,
and ain't no stopping me
F# 
On the strip,
G 
that's why niggas stay right
Cause kid this shit is real,
what you think we play fighting?
You must have saw something funny,
F#m 
or ain't never saw nothing bloody
I don't know, I will bring it to your door,
cause I'm crunny
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G 
When I hold you niggas,
I mold you niggas
Gm 
I done told you niggas
G 
that I've been old you niggas
F#m 
For that shit you did,
that you wasn't built for
Shit I guess that you didn't know
you do get killed for
F# 
G 
I done filled four niggas
up
with the extended clip
It's like I blew this joint down
with the extended rip
Of that non -stop when
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the   bomb drops
F# 
I'ma take it from where you at
F#m 
and end up on your mom's block
F# 
From here to Comstock,
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G 
niggas is getting bust wide
Cell gangsters from last night
on lockout just died
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Ain't nowhere to hide,
F#m 
ain't nowhere to run
What more can they do
to a man that ain't been judged?
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G 
Gm 
Mind is  a terrible thing to waste
G 
Especially if it's all over the place
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G 
Your mind all over his face
How do brains taste
F#m 
when they mixed with gunpowder?
Send me the fully automatic,
makes the gun louder
I got something to fix pain
Gm 
when I kick game
G 
Cause I don't float off low tracks
in the 6 train
You bout to get flamed,
F#m 
from ash to    ashes to dirt
Cause you gon' go with the dope
that your life was worth
G 
Gm 
G 
Motherfucker
F#m 
you