Dmx F Lox And Jay Z Blackout Lyrics

Z   Blackout Lyrics

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 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 with your whole advance on my wrist 

 Phonin your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon 

 And you know I'm still right in the main  

 Light in 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 

 Niggaz 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 stick 

 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 coo', then I write a hook for a drop 

 Whatever's in the bank is my bet 

 A zebu's my pet 

 And get in the bed and with the legs then that 

  

 [Sheek] 

 Aiyyo, when my gun bust send niggaz to the fish like swamps and 

 New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson 

 I put fear in y'all heads 

 Sheek looks type a nigga that gasoline yall beds 

 And that's 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 niggaz my pops say that lifestyle ain't changed 

 It's like wake up move a brick half-of-a-slow 

 Make car money check with Sheek go fuck with a hoe 

 I rock a waste slim mink do-rag under my fittish 





 And I don't need rework waves, Timbs be halfway new 

 That Sheek in the dresser club cuz I don't fuck with shoes 

 And from a 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 and 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 Henney and swig 

 I Penuro 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 niggaz is shunned 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 Sunny from Bronx Tale 

 Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel 

 Thirsty to live all y'all niggaz eager to die 

 I tell all my niggaz ride  

 You won't leave with a dime, motherfuckers 

  

 [Jay-Z] 

 Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster 

 Sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers 

 Ghetto nigga puttin up Will Smith numbers 

 Surrounded by 6's and Hummers 

 Bitches among us  

 Try not to let this bullshit become us  

 This started from hunger, tell it all when they sane 

 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 niggaz 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  

 Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin 

 Jay flow 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 could see y'all not used to me 

 Nigga flows like none other 

 I'm the meanest, toughest Don Dutta, the gun butcha 

 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 run in the place gun in my waste 

 Niggaz wanted to 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 dunno and L.O.X. is gonna bark 

 We can take it there but to make it fair, get some mo niggaz 

 Styles, Sheek, Jay we comin with like 4 niggaz(aight!) 

 Y'all niggaz besta 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 him, boy let him loose  

 You want it with the dogg, let the gun, let him shoot