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Blackout

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Текст песни DMX - Blackout

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Текст песни DMX - Blackout




BlackoutJay! Fuck thatThis is it right here baby!You know what it is[Jadakiss]Yo, I used to have bad luckNow you might see me in a Jag truck( )Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duckDouble R T with the matchin bandana38-snub blue steel with no hammerAnd I see all ya niggaz tryin to glance at the KissCuz I walk around with your whole advance on my wristPhonin your women, drunk off Corona's and lemonAnd you know I'm still right in the mainLight in the greenI need to bug it even though I look right in the beamJudge find out it's my team, he boost they bailsNiggaz floss on their album, try to boost their salesWe put our pies on the table when our eyes on a labelCuz them rednecks up in the mountains will try to slay youCall me raspy tell you what I want you to knowFuck what you ask me you probably don't want me to blowI got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to stickUsually a good nigga even though I'm able to flipYou pay 30 for the 'Kiss, 100 for The L.O.XAnd if we coo', then I write a hook for a dropWhatever's in the bank is my betA zebu's my petAnd get in the bed and with the legs then that[Sheek]Aiyyo, when my gun bust send niggaz to the fish like swamps andNew York's youngest Bumpy JohnsonI put fear in y'all headsSheek looks type a nigga that gasoline yall bedsAnd that's warningIf you all alive in the morning, that's fineNow I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mineI want PC, see me tuck in your chainsI got niggaz my pops say that lifestyle ain't changedIt's like wake up move a brick half-of-a-slowMake car money check with Sheek go fuck with a hoeI rock a waste slim mink do-rag under my fittedAnd I don't need rework waves, Timbs be halfway newThat Sheek in the dresser club cuz I don't fuck with shoesAnd from a nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let it be toldI put 30 in your head, all in the same holeCuz we all got the same goal and you tryin to tamper with mineDon't make me mothafuckin leave you with some shit in your spineFuck with me, you be a was niggaNigga was dopeNigga was gettin money before I extorted your cokeWhat, you crazy?[Styles]Aiyyo, catch me with a 38, box and shellsIn a 98 Lincoln eatin pasta shellsOrder to go, always got a box of L'sBlow, stay on the lowGet a Henney and swigI Penuro so I hate a snake, rat, or a pigI pop shit cuz I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.Y'all niggaz is shunned out, let me speak to your fatherCuz I like to play chess and I swing the revolverIf I don't like a nigga, I don't even be botheredI spit, I'm just a crooked nigga goin legitYou hold your nine if you holdin a brickCommon sense, that drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bentL.O.X. get respect like Sunny from Bronx TaleUs and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartelThirsty to live all y'all niggaz eager to dieI tell all my niggaz rideYou won't leave with a dime, motherfuckers[Jay-Z]Yeah, yeah, I'm a monsterSleep whole winters, wake up and spit summersGhetto nigga puttin up Will Smith numbersSurrounded by 6's and HummersBitches among usTry not to let this bullshit become usThis started from hunger, tell it all when they saneNow bitches notice the chains now that I've hit my numberThe chickens I twisted see the digits unlistedThe beeper done changeYou dead bitch, the Reaper done cameI suggest niggaz stop speakin my nameCause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rainI keep creepin, streets keep watchin I keep poppinNiggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekinJay flow pesos chase hoes NOTI just circle around the block in a dropTell them to jump through the topWhere the sun roof used to beI could see y'all not used to meNigga flows like none otherI'm the meanest, toughest Don Dutta, the gun butchaYou the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch yaI'm the type that get excited when the gun touch yaMotherfuckers[DMX]I'm headed nowhere fast run in the place gun in my wasteNiggaz wanted to taste but wouldn't come to my faceSo what that mean you cats is playin games againSo 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 barkWe can take it there but to make it fair, get some mo niggazStyles, Sheek, Jay we comin with like 4 niggaz (aight!)Y'all niggaz besta stop playinIt'd be the ones you forgotten aboutThat'll get you shot in your mouth*ARF! ARF!* Got my dogs coveredPlus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smotheredIt's dark and I LOVE IT! get him, boy let him looseYou want it with the dogg, let the gun, let him shoot Send "Blackout" Ringtone to your C




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