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Текст песни DMX f Jay-Z, The L.O.X. - Blackout

DMX f Jay-Z, The L.O.X. - Blackout слова песни

(Jay!) Fuck that (This is it right here baby!)You know what it is[Jadakiss]Yo, I used to have bad luck Now you might see me in a Jag truckMad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duckDouble-R T with the matchin bandana38-snub blue steel with no hammerAnd I see y`all niggaz tryin to glance at the `KissCause I walk around with your whole advance on my wristPhonin your women, drunk off Corona`s and lemonAnd you know I`m still writin the mean, lightin the greenI need to boogie, even though I look, right in the beamJudge find out it`s my team, he boost they bailsNiggaz throw us on they album, try to boost they salesWe put our pies on the table and our eyes on a labelCause them rednecks up in the mountains`ll try to slay you(They call 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 skipUsually a good nigga, even though I`m able to flipYou pay 30 for the `Kiss (uh-huh) a 100 for The L.O.X. (yeah)And if we cool, then I write a hook for a dropWhatever`s in the bank is my bet, a z-bull`s my petand you can bet he`ll get the legs and the neck[Sheik Luciano]Uh-huh, yeah, aiyyoYo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like SwansonNew York`s youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y`all headsSheik Luc`, type of nigga gasoline y`all bedsAnd that`s warnin, if you all alive in the mornin, 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 pop`s age that lifestyle ain`t changedIt`s like wake up, move a brick, half of it slowMake car money, check with Sheik, go fuck with a hoeI rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fittedAnd I don`t even want waves, Timbs be halfway newThat`s Sheik in the dress-up club cause I don`t fuck with shoesAnd for my nigga`s life, I swear to the Bible, let it be toldI put thirty in your head, all in the same holeCause we got the same goal, and you try an` tamper with mine?Don`t make me motherfuckin leave you with some shit in yo` spineFuck with me you be a WAS nigga, nigga WAS dopeNigga WAS gettin money `fore I extorted your coke, `ju crazy?[Styles]Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shellsIn a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin pasta shellsOrder to go, always got a box of L`sBlow, stay on the low, get a Heine` and swigI`m Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pigI pop shit cause I`m the second best, the first was B.I.G.Y`all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your fatherCause 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, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bentL.O.X. get respect like Sonny from "Bronx Tale"Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartelThirsty to live, are y`all niggaz eager to die?I tell all my niggaz ride, you won`t leave with a dimeMotherfucker[Jay-Z]Yeah, yeahI`m a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summersGhetto nigga, puttin up Will Smith numbersSurrounded by 6`s and Hummers, bitches among us Tryin not to let this bullshit become us It started from hunger, til it all went insaneNow bitches notice the chains now that I hit my numberThe chickens I twisted see the digits unlistedThe beeper done changed; you 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 poppin Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekinJay flow for pesos -- chase hoes NOTI just circle `round the block in a dropTell them jump through the top (uh-huh) where the sun roof used to beI could see y`all not used to meNigga flows like none other - I`m the meanesttoughest Don Dada, the gun butcherYou the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch yaI`m the type that get excited, when the gun touch yaMotherfuckers..Y`all niggaz bout to witness a dynasty like no other[DMX]Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.. I`m headed nowhere fastRun in the place, gat in my waistNiggaz wanted a taste, but wouldn`t come to my faceSo what that mean? You cats is playin games againSo 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` barkWe can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggazStyles, Sheik, Jay, we comin with like four niggaz (AIGHT!)Y`all niggaz, best to stop playin, it`ll be the ones you forgotten aboutthat`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? Get a gun, let him shoot (C`MON!)

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