Текст песни Dmx -  Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood   
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Flesh of My Flesh  Blood of My Blood  
Flesh of My Flesh  Blood of My Bloooood!!!!!!  
Flesh of My Flesh  Blood of My Blood  
All my niggas get down like what?  
Flesh of My Flesh  Blood of My Blood  
All my niggas get down like what?  
DMX:  
My dogs is dogs with official blood line  
I say stop being greedy  get a plate if you want mine  
Why them niggas always force you to take it back to the streets?  
Can I atleast go one year with out spittin the heat?  
Motherfuckers think it`s sweet until you get your chest messed up  
Two days later he`s dressed up, let him rest up  
He ain`t going no where, no time soon  
Remember high noon? The last thing he heard was boom!  
Can I get some room or do I have to make me a path?!  
Break you in half make, fake niggas make me laugh!  
Ya`ll niggas is funny, still talking about money  
And they ain`t got none  
Get the shotgun cuz you hungry  
It`s about to get ugly when the lights is out  
One, two, three hold, thats three strikes you out!  
His knife was out, I think they found it, still in his head  
He in a bag, and I`m over here, killing his man!  
Chorus: X4  
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood  
All my niggas get down like what?  
DMX:  
I no longer see the shadow that once kept me strong  
And I`m starting to get that same feeling that once kept me wrong  
Can`t afford to trust niggas, cuz niggas, lust figgas  
Plus niggas, scared to bust niggas  
What`s niggas, doing with the heat?  
And they ain`t killing nothing but time  
Fucking with the streets and you ain`t feeling nothing but mine  
Tired of hearing niggas rhyming, and don`t say shit!  
Fuck is on them niggas minds?  
Why don`t they quit?!  
Sucking my dick, looking for something new  
Let your man hold something with your hold something crew  
You know how niggas do, we don`t forget shit  
If you was there when it was thin  
Then you were there when it was thick!  
No hitch hikers, fuck that, the ryde was ruff!  
And every nigga that was with us, the die was ruff!  
Alotta niggas that were with us, ain`t cried enough!  
So now you niggas come and get us, we fires em up!  
Chorus: X4  
DMX:  
Motherfuckers, thought that the x was stop  
But I got niggas like, yo who`s the next to drop?  
From his camp, if the stamped ran camp is official  
Think when you die, then how many is gonna miss you  
Lean over in your casket and kiss you  
Send you on your way with a blessing  
And pray was good enough to learn a lesson  
Smith and Wesson ended money`s life  
Now money`s wife is a widdow  
(gave it two full blasts?)  
Nah dog, just a little  
Besides rap, I don`t talk but make plenty of moves  
I`ll murder and tell you fools  
Before your men and them choose  
Either win or you lose  
And not, let all you win  
Even if it means I gotta shed, blood again  
Keep the bank account, doublin  
But don`t hate me  
Really thought that what you said would either make me or break me  
Know it and don`t take me  
Knowing it right!  
Matter of fact, I think I dropped another, soul tonight!  
Chorus: X4