Song of the Day
Title: Blackout
Artist: DMX feat. The L.O.X., Jay-Z
Album: Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
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 the 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 wit your whole advance on my wrist
Phonin' your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still right in the mean
Lightin' the green
I need to bug it even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas 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
Fuck 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 nigga even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the Kiss, 100 for The L.O.X.
And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet
A zebo's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck
[Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo, when my gun bust send niggas to the fish like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson
I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch type a nigga that gasoline y'all beds
And that's a warning
If you all alive in the morning, 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 niggas my pops age that lifestyle ain't changed
It's like wake up move a brick, half if it's slow
Make car money check with Sheek go fuck with a hoe
I rock a waste slick mink do-rag under my fitted
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
That's Sheek in the dresser club cuz I don't fuck with shoes
And on my nigga's 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 mothafuckin' leave you with some shit in your spine
Fuck with me, you be a was nigga
Nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin' money before I extorted your coke
What, you crazy?
[Styles]
Aiyyo, catch me with a .38, box 'a shells
In a '98 Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
Order to go, always got a box of L's
Blow, stay on the low
Get a Heiney and swig
I'm pinero so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit cuz I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggas is sonned out, let me speak to your father
Cuz I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga 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 Sonny from Bronx Tale
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live all y'all niggas eager to die
I tell all my niggas ride
You won't leave with a dime, motherfuckers
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster
I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers
Bitches among us
Try not to let this bullshit become us
This started from hunger, tell it all went insane
Now bitches notice the chains now that I've hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done change
You dead bitch, the reaper done came
I suggest niggas 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'
Niggas is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'
Jay flow for 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 can see y'all not used to me
Nigga flows like none other
I'm the meanest, toughest Don Dutta to gun butt ya
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
Motherfuckers
[DMX]
I'm headed nowhere fast, runnin' in place, gun in my waist
Niggas wanted a 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 motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart (uh)
Play like you don't know L.O.X. is gonna bark
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some mo niggas
Styles, Sheek, Jay we comin' with like 4 niggas (aight)
Y'all niggas best to stop playin'
It'd be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth (arf, arf)
Got my dogs covered
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered
It's dark and I love it, get 'em boy, let 'em loose
You want it with the dog, get the gun, let it choose
Artist: DMX feat. The L.O.X., Jay-Z
Album: Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
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 the 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 wit your whole advance on my wrist
Phonin' your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon
And you know I'm still right in the mean
Lightin' the green
I need to bug it even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
Niggas 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
Fuck 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 nigga even though I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the Kiss, 100 for The L.O.X.
And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet
A zebo's my pet
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck
[Sheek Louch]
Aiyyo, when my gun bust send niggas to the fish like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson
I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch type a nigga that gasoline y'all beds
And that's a warning
If you all alive in the morning, 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 niggas my pops age that lifestyle ain't changed
It's like wake up move a brick, half if it's slow
Make car money check with Sheek go fuck with a hoe
I rock a waste slick mink do-rag under my fitted
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
That's Sheek in the dresser club cuz I don't fuck with shoes
And on my nigga's 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 mothafuckin' leave you with some shit in your spine
Fuck with me, you be a was nigga
Nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin' money before I extorted your coke
What, you crazy?
[Styles]
Aiyyo, catch me with a .38, box 'a shells
In a '98 Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
Order to go, always got a box of L's
Blow, stay on the low
Get a Heiney and swig
I'm pinero so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit cuz I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all niggas is sonned out, let me speak to your father
Cuz I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked nigga 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 Sonny from Bronx Tale
Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live all y'all niggas eager to die
I tell all my niggas ride
You won't leave with a dime, motherfuckers
[Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster
I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers
Bitches among us
Try not to let this bullshit become us
This started from hunger, tell it all went insane
Now bitches notice the chains now that I've hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done change
You dead bitch, the reaper done came
I suggest niggas 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'
Niggas is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'
Jay flow for 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 can see y'all not used to me
Nigga flows like none other
I'm the meanest, toughest Don Dutta to gun butt ya
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
Motherfuckers
[DMX]
I'm headed nowhere fast, runnin' in place, gun in my waist
Niggas wanted a 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 motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart (uh)
Play like you don't know L.O.X. is gonna bark
We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some mo niggas
Styles, Sheek, Jay we comin' with like 4 niggas (aight)
Y'all niggas best to stop playin'
It'd be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth (arf, arf)
Got my dogs covered
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered
It's dark and I love it, get 'em boy, let 'em loose
You want it with the dog, get the gun, let it choose
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