Blackout Lyrics - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood - Dmx

(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-R T with the matchin bandana 

38-snub blue steel with no hammer 

And I see y'all niggas tryin to glance at the 'Kiss 

Cause I walk around witcha whole advance on my wrist 

Bonin' your women, drunk off coronas and lemon 

And you know I'm still writin the mean, lightin the green 

I need the buggy, even though I look, right in the beam 

Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails 

Niggas throw us on they album, try'na to boost they sales 

We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label 

Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll 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 skip 

Usually a good nigga, even though I'm able to flip 

You pay 30 for the 'Kiss a hundred for The L.O.X. 

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And if we cool, then I write a for a drop 

Whatever's in the bank is my bet, a z-bull's my pet 

And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck 

Uh-huh, yeah, aiyyo 

Yo when my gun bust, send niggas to the fish like Swanson 

New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, 

I put fear in y'all heads 

Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds 

And that's warnin, if you all alive in the mornin, 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 niggas my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed 

It's like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow 

Make car money, check with Sheik, go fuck with a ho 

I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted 

And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new 

That's Sheik in the dressup club 

cause I don't fuck with shoes 

And for my 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 got the same goal, 

and you try an' tamper with mine? 

Don't 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? 

Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box a shells 

In the ninety-eight Lincoln eatin pasta shells 

Order to go, always got a box of L's 

Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine' and swig 

I'm Pinero, 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 niggas is son'd 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, 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, while y'all niggas eager to die? 

I tell all my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime 

Motherfucker 

Yeah, yeah 

I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers 

Ghetto nigga, puttin up Will Smith numbers 

Surrounded by 6's 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 niggas 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 

Niggas 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 y'all not used to me 

Nigga flows like none other - I'm the meanest 

Toughest Don Dada to gun butt ya 

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. 

Y'all niggas bout to witness a dynasty like no other 

Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. I'm headed nowhere fast 

Runnin' in place, gat in my waist 

Niggas wanted a taste, but wouldn't 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 don't know, L.O.X. is gon' bark 

We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggas 

Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin with like four niggas (AIGHT!) 

Y'all niggas, best to stop playin, it'll be the ones you forgotten about 

That'll get you shot in your mouth (ARF! ARF!) 

Got my dogs covered (UH!) 

Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered (WHAT!) 

"It's Dark," and I LOVE IT! (UH!) 

Get him boy - let him loose (C'MON!) 

You want it with the dog or the gun, let him choose (C'MON!)