Blackout-DMX/Jay-Z/L.O.X.

Artist：dmx Songs Title：blackout Jay! f**k 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 all ya niggaz tryin to glance at the kiss Cuz 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 its 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 Cuz them rednecks up in the mountains will try to slay you Call me raspy tell you what I want you to know F**k 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 ni**a even though I'm able to flip You pay 30 for the kiss, 100 for the l.o.x And if we coo, then I write a hook for a drop Whatevers in the bank is my bet A zebus 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 yorks youngest bumpy johnson I put fear in yall heads Sheek looks type a ni**a that gasoline yall beds And thats warning If you all alive in the morning, 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 say that lifestyle ain't changed Its like wake up move a brick half-of-a-slow Make car money check with sheek go f**k 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 cuz I don't f**k with shoes And from a niggas life, I swear to the bible, let it be told I put 30 in your head, all in the same hole Cuz we all got the same goal and you tryin to tamper with mine Don't make me mothaf**kin leave you with some sh*t in your spine F**k with me, you be a was ni**a Ni**a was d**e Ni**a was gettin money before I extorted your coke What, you crazy? Aiyyo, catch me with a 38, box and shells In a 98 lincoln eatin pasta shells Order to go, always got a box of ls Blow, stay on the low Get a henney and swig I penuro so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig I pop sh*t cuz I'm the second best, the first was b.i.g. Yall niggaz is shunned out, let me speak to your father Cuz I like to play chess and I swing the revolver If I don't like a ni**a, I don't even be bothered I spit, I'm just a crooked ni**a 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 yall niggaz eager to die I tell all my niggaz ride You won't leave with a dime, motherf**kers Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster Sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers Ghetto ni**a puttin up will smith numbers Surrounded by 6s and hummers B**ches among us Try not to let this b******t become us This started from hunger, tell it all when they sane Now b**ches notice the chains now that I've hit my number The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted The beeper done change You dead b**ch, 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 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 yall not used to me Ni**a 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 Motherf**kers 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 motherf**kers 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 4 niggaz(aight!) Yall niggaz besta stop playin Itd be the ones you forgotten about Thatll get you shot in your mouth *arf! arf!* got my dogs covered Plus its all gravy like chicken when its smothered Its dark and I love it! get him, boy let him loose You want it with the dogg, let the gun, let him shoot