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Blackout

DMX

Tribute to DMX

2005

puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us 
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us 
It started from hunger, 'til

the latest clothes
Rocking Platinum FUBU like a Starter coat
Hit my cousin up he said he at Habibi store
Bunch of young niggas running round through the 6
5th

'round
Come and get your prey
I drop and lay back to let you have a
Taste of my feelings
Displaced by the bleeding
Erased all my senses of fight or flight

giving up
Hop on the stage and I rip it up
When I hop off the stage they all bringing up
The fact my style so amazing
Acting like I went bought it they

Plus everybody round her I hate everybody round her

If the Grinch was a black man he would be my daddy 
Cause he keeps a gun cocked in his Christmas

from a corporation?
I got ninety-nine problems I need concentration
I can't have you round fucking up my operation
See you biting off my style boy thats

style
Don't dial, Brent's house
Now these hoes walk by they be too loud

keep up with my rounds
I be pullin up skrt skrt pull off smoking loud
Who got the Yao 
Yea I’m talkin pow
Shit move like Chris brown 
Something Chinese

Conference with a laminate, that said "I Got Shitted-On By Canibus""

"Turn ya' head round gimmie the cheddar,
I'd rather be a lion for a day than a lamb

Bongo By The Way

I wake up every morning on the same shit
I smoke my 'Wood to the roach like I ain't rich
Niggas I used to hang with, is still

by the throat, lift it up and shake it 'round
'Til this whole world sees me as a naked clown

And while I'm pullin on her bra, she's
Tuggin on my

I gotta too many bitches, running around to hold up my hala
I gotta too many people, wanting join me into my gala
I gotta too much money, maybe I

Growth been genuine I had to stay down
I Hold her hand in public yeah she clingy she can go some rounds

Slid on lil Abby wasn't up to par I could get with

the baddies call me zaddy
All you bitches upset, call 'em maddys
Tell 'em we ain't lackin' ya we got the rattys
Got no time for no pop up by your baby daddy

to the ground
Round here we ain't telling lies 
He keep it clear he want me by his side
He pick me up and we drop top
Cruising through the city we ain't
Stopping

ever hear
I need a new way, I need a new style, I need a new life
Ain't going away, just starting again, this time imma try
Ooh, and I know that it might

Money make the world go round
Better get you some
I remember days I slaved,  pockets still ain't change
Never made much cents but Imma student

Five Minutes of Funk

Whodini

Greatest Hits

1990

the Summer or the Winter cause it ain't no thing
And ever since I first came round
Side by Side, We'd throw down
We came here to this here place
To serve you

nigga Pop
Dont fuck around or you gettin' popped
Keep a thirty round incase you needa get shot
Pull up to Dunkin while I'm rockin' them Diors
I stand up

the rubbish
With the other broken toys
Disposed by a vicious public
 
R-R-R round we go
B-B-B back on this carousel
In this land of broken toys
Clout chasing

Hip Hop Hooray

Naughty by Nature

Freedom Writers

2007

Tippy tippy (pause) tippy tippy (pause)
Sometimes creepin' up I eat em up
Your styles are older than Lou Rawls
Peace to this one and that one and them

Lyrical Wizardry

Junior M.A.F.I.A.

Conspiracy

1995

to rear
Brains engulfed by ferocious ???
runnin' up on Big wit Lex wit nappies doused with chloroforms
Livin' in a world where you do what you must
If

chains balling but you never been to wimbeldon
Arrogant drenched by my style and my arrogance
I want more than to excite the chocha
If the attitude appears

the end of the world

Then 'round comes Friday night
They've dragged me out
To give the tunnel a light
And standing by my side
There's this girl

And she