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DMX - "Blackout"
Lyrics to Blackout : (Jay!) Fuck that (This is it right here baby!) You know what it is [Jadakiss] Yo, I used to have bad luck Now you might see me in a Jag truck Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck Double-R T with the matchin bandana 38-snub blue steel with no hammer And I see yall niggaz tryin to glance at the Kiss Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist Phonin your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon And you know Im still writin the mean, lightin the green I need to boogie, even though I look, right in the beam Judge find out its my team, he boost they bails Niggaz throw us on they album, try to boost they sales We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label Cause them rednecks up in the mountainsll try to slay you (They call me) Raspy, tell you what I want you to know Fuck what you ask me - you probably dont, want me to blow I got a lot of horsepower so Im able to skip Usually a good nigga, even though Im able to flip You pay 30 for the Kiss (uh-huh) a 100 for The L.O.X. (yeah) And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop Whatevers in the bank is my bet, a z-bulls my pet and you can bet hell get the legs and the neck [Sheik Luciano] Uh-huh, yeah, aiyyo Yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like Swanson New Yorks youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in yall heads Sheik Luc, type of nigga gasoline yall beds And thats warnin, if you all alive in the mornin, thats fine Now I suggest you hit the block and get whats rightfully mine I want PC - see me' Tuck in your chains I got niggaz my pops age that lifestyle aint changed Its like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow Make car money, check with Sheik, go fuck with a hoe I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted And I dont even want waves, Timbs be halfway new Thats Sheik in the dress-up club cause I dont fuck with shoes And for my niggas life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole Cause we got the same goal, and you try an tamper with mine' Dont make me motherfuckin leave you with some shit in yo spine Fuck with me you be a WAS nigga, nigga WAS dope Nigga WAS gettin money fore I extorted your coke, ju crazy' [Styles] Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin pasta shells Order to go, always got a box of Ls Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine and swig Im Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig I pop shit cause Im the second best, the first was B.I.G. Yall niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver If I dont like a nigga, I dont even be bothered I spit, Im just a crooked nigga goin legit You hold your nine if you holdin a brick Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from "Bronx Tale" Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel Thirsty to live, are yall niggaz eager to die' I tell all my niggaz ride, you wont leave with a dime Motherfucker [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah Im a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers Ghetto nigga, puttin up Will Smith numbers Surrounded by 6s and Hummers, bitches among us Tryin not to let this bullshit become us It started from hunger, til it all went insane Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted The beeper done changed; you dead bitch, the Reaper done came I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name Cause trust me, yall can still feel the heat in the rain I keep creepin, streets keep watchin, I keep poppin Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin Jay flow for pesos -- chase hoes NOT I just circle round the block in a drop Tell them jump through the top (uh-huh) where the sun roof used to be I could see yall not used to me Nigga flows like none other - Im the meanest toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya Im the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya Motherfuckers.. Yall niggaz bout to witness a dynasty like no other [DMX] Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.. Im headed nowhere fast Run in the place, gat in my waist Niggaz wanted a taste, but wouldnt come to my face So what that mean' You cats is playin games again So now what I do' Start namin names again (WHAT!) All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart (UH!) Play like you dont know, L.O.X. is gon bark We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggaz Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin with like four niggaz (AIGHT!) Yall niggaz, best to stop playin, itll be the ones you forgotten about thatll get you shot in your mouth (ARF! ARF!) Got my dogs covered (UH!) Plus its all gravy like chicken when its smothered (WHAT!) "Its Dark," and I LOVE IT! (UH!) Get him boy - let him loose (CMON!) You want it with the dog' Get a gun, let him shoot (CMON!) [ Blackout Lyrics ]
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