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Some information about Blackout Lyrics Title: DMX - Blackout lyrics Artist: DMX Album: Flesh Of My FleshBlood Of My Blood Visitors: 6 visitors have visited Blackout Lyrics since Feb 12, 2007. (feat. Lox & Jay-Z) Blackout Jay! Fuck that This is it right here baby! You know what it is Jadakiss YoI 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 all ya niggaz tryin to glance at the Kiss Cuz I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist Phonin your womendrunk off Corona s and lemon And you know I m still right in the main Light in the green I need to bug it even though I look right in the beam Judge find out it s my teamhe boost they bails Niggaz floss on their albumtry to boost their sales We put our pies on the table when our eyes on a label Cuz them rednecks up in the mountains will try to slay you Call me raspy tell you what I want you to know Fuck what you ask me you probably don t want me to blow I got a lot of horsepower so I m able to stick Usually a good nigga even though I m able to flip You pay 30 for the Kiss100 for The L.O.X And if we coo then I write a hook for a drop Whatever s in the bank is my bet A zebu s my pet And get in the bed and with the legs then that Sheek Aiyyowhen my gun bust send niggaz to the fish like swamps and New York s youngest Bumpy Johnson I put fear in y all heads Sheek looks type a nigga that gasoline yall beds And that s warning If you all alive in the morningthat s fine Now I suggest you hit the block and get what s rightfully mine I want PCsee me tuck in your chains I got niggaz my pops say that lifestyle ain t changed It s like wake up move a brick half-of-a-slow Make car money check with Sheek go fuck with a hoe I rock a waste slim mink do-rag under my fittish And I don t need rework wavesTimbs be halfway new That Sheek in the dresser club cuz I don t fuck with shoes And from a nigga s lifeI swear to the Biblelet it be told I put 30 in your headall in the same hole Cuz we all got the same goal and you tryin to tamper with mine Don t make me mothafuckin leave you with some shit in your spine Fuck with meyou be a was nigga Nigga was dope Nigga was gettin money before I extorted your coke Whatyou crazy? Styles Aiyyocatch me with a 38box and shells In a 98 Lincoln eatin pasta shells Order to goalways got a box of L s Blowstay on the low Get a Henney and swig I Penuro so I hate a snakerator a pig I pop shit cuz I m the second bestthe first was B.I.G. Y all niggaz is shunned outlet me speak to your father Cuz I like to play chess and I swing the revolver If I don t like a niggaI don t even be bothered I spitI m just a crooked nigga goin legit You hold your nine if you holdin a brick Common sensethat dramayou hit the Bahamasget bent L.O.X. get respect like Sunny from Bronx Tale Us and DMXthe Ruff Ryder cartel Thirsty to live all y all niggaz eager to die I tell all my niggaz ride You won t leave with a dimemotherfuckers Jay-Z YeahyeahI m a monster Sleep whole winterswake up and spit summers Ghetto nigga puttin up Will Smith numbers Surrounded by 6 s and Hummers Bitches among us Try not to let this bullshit become us This started from hungertell it all when they sane Now bitches notice the chains now that I ve hit my number The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted The beeper done change You dead bitchthe Reaper done came I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name Cause trust mey all can still feel the heat in the rain I keep creepinstreets keep watchin I keep poppin Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin Jay flow pesos chase hoes NOT I just circle around the block in a drop Tell them to jump through the top Where the sun roof used to be I could see y all not used to me Nigga flows like none other I m the meanesttoughest Don Duttathe gun butcha You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya I m the type that get excited when the gun touch ya Motherfuckers DMX I m headed nowhere fast run in the place gun in my waste Niggaz wanted to taste but wouldn t come to my face So what that mean you cats is playin games again So what I do start namin names again (what!) All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart(uh!) Play like you dunno and L.O.X. is gonna bark We can take it there but to make it fairget some mo niggaz StylesSheekJay we comin with like 4 niggaz (aight!) Y all niggaz besta stop playin It d be the ones you forgotten about That ll get you shot in your mouth *ARF! ARF!* Got my dogs covered Plus it s all gravy like chicken when it s smothered It s dark and I LOVE IT! get himboy let him loose You want it with the dogglet the gunlet him shoot Hottest songs from DMX : Fans who visit this lyrics also like: |
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