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Blackout - DMX
Lyrics by：Kasseem Dean/Sarah Carter/JAY-Z/Styles/Sean Jacobs/Jason Phillips/DMX
Composed by：Kasseem Dean/Sarah Carter/JAY-Z/Styles/Sean Jacobs/Jason Phillips/DMX
Produced by：Kasseem Dean
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' bandanna
38-snub blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggaz tryin'
To glance at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with
Your whole advance on my wrist
Phonin' your women
Drunk off Corona's and lemon
And you know I'm still writin'
The mean lightin' the green
I need to boogie even though
I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team
He boost they bails
Throw us on they album
Try 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
They call me Raspy
Tell you what I want you to know
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 come on
Even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss
A 100 for The LOX
Yeah and if we cool
Then I write a hook 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
Aiyyo yo when my gun bust
Send to the fish like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson
I put fear in y'all heads
Sheik Luc' type of
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 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 what with a h*e
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 dress-up club
'Cause I don't with shoes
And for my 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 what leave
You with some in your spine
With me you be a was drama
Drama was d**e
Was gettin' money 'for
I extorted your coke 'ju crazy
Aiyyo catch me with a thirty-eight
Box and shells
In a 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 'cause I'm the second best
The first was BIG
Y'all is son-ned out
Let me speak to your father
'Cause I like to play chess
And I swing the revolver
If I don't like a
I don't even be bothered
I spit I'm just a crooked
Goin' legit
You hold your nine if
You holdin' a brick
Common sense Fed drama
You hit the Bahamas get bent
LOX get respect like
Sonny from 'Bronx Tale'
Us and DMX the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live
Are y'all eager to die
I tell all my ride
You won't leave with a dime
Yeah yeah
I'm a monster I sleep whole winters
Wake up and spit summers
Ghetto puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers among us
Tryin' not to let this bush become us
It started from hunger
Till it all went insane
Now come on notice the chains
Now that I hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed you dead
The Reaper done came
I suggest 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'
Is hot heads
And the bullets is heat-seekin'
Jay flow for pesos chase not
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell them jump through the top
Where the sun roof used to be
I could see y'all not used to me
Come on flows like none other
I'm the meanest
Toughest Don Dada the gun butcher
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
Y'all 'bout to witness
A dynasty like no other
I'm headed nowhere fast run
In the place gat in my waist
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 know
That I speak from the heart
Play like you don't know
LOX is gon' bark
We can take it there
But to make it fair get some more
Styles Sheik Jay
We comin' with like four aight
Y'all what best to stop playin'
It'll be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth
Got my dogs covered
Plus it's all gravy like chicken
When it's smothered what
'It's dark' and I love it
Get him boy let him loose c'mon
You want it with the dog
Get a gun let him shoot c'mon
