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Blackout

by DMX

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Blackout Jay! Fuck that This is it right here baby! You know what it is 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 are T with the matchin' bandana Thirty eight-snub blue steel with no hammer And I see all ya 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 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 team, he boost they bails Niggaz floss on their album, try to boost their sales We put our pies on the table when our eyes on a label Cause 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 thirty for the 'Kiss, one hundred 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 Aiyyo, when 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 why'all beds And that's warning If you all alive in the morning, that's fine Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine I want PC, see 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 waves, Timbs be halfway new That Sheek in the dresser club 'cause I don't fuck with shoes And from a nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole Cause 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 me, you be a was nigga Nigga was dope Nigga was gettin money before I extorted your coke What, you crazy? Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty eight, box and shells In a 98 Lincoln eatin' pasta shells Order to go, always got a box of L's Blow, stay on the low Get a Henney and swig I Penuro so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G. Y'all niggaz is shunned out, let me speak to your father Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin legit You hold your nine if you holdin' a brick Common sense, that drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent L.O.X. get respect like Sunny from Bronx Tale Us and DMX, the 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 dime, motherfuckers Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster Sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers Ghetto nigga puttin' up Will Smith numbers Surrounded by six's and Hummers Bitches among us Try not to let this bullshit become us This started from hunger, tell 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 bitch, the Reaper done came I suggest niggaz stop speakin' my name Cause trust me, y'all 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 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 meanest, toughest Don Dutta, the 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 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 fair, get some mo niggaz Styles, Sheek, Jay we comin with like for 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 him, boy let him loose You want it with the dogg, let the gun, let him shoot

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