Текст песни Blackout - DMX
Jay!
Fuck
that,
this
is
it
right
here
baby!
You
know
what
it
is
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'
bandanna
38-snub
blue
steel
with
no
hammer
And
I
see
y'all
niggaz
tryin'
to
glance
at
the
'Kiss
'Cause
I
walk
around
with
your
whole
advance
on
my
wrist
Phonin'
your
women,
drunk
off
na's
and
lemon
And
you
know
I'm
still
writin'
the
mean,
lightin'
the
green
I
need
to
boogie,
even
though
I
look,
right
in
the
beam
Judge
find
out
it's
my
team,
he
boost
they
bails
Niggaz
throw
us
on
they
album,
try
to
boost
they
sales
We
put
our
pies
on
the
table
and
our
eyes
on
a
label
'Cause
them
rednecks
up
in
the
mountains'll
try
to
slay
you
They
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,
a
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
Z-bull's
my
pet
And
you
can
bet
he'll
get
the
legs
and
the
neck
Aiyyo,
yo
when
my
gun
bust,
send
niggaz
to
the
fish
like
Swanson
New
York's
youngest
Bumpy
Johnson,
I
put
fear
in
y'all
heads
Sheik
Luc',
type
of
nigga
gasoline
y'all
beds
And
that's
warnin',
if
you
all
alive
in
the
mornin',
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
pop's
age
that
lifestyle
ain't
changed
It's
like
wake
up,
move
a
brick,
half
of
it
slow
Make
car
money,
check
with
Sheik,
go
fuck
with
a
hoe
I
rock
a
waist
length
mink,
do-rag
under
my
fitted
And
I
don't
even
want
waves,
Timbs
be
halfway
new
That's
Sheik
in
the
dress-up
club
'cause
I
don't
fuck
with
shoes
And
for
my
nigga's
life,
I
swear
to
the
Bible,
let
it
be
told
I
put
thirty
in
your
head,
all
in
the
same
hole
'Cause
we
got
the
same
goal,
and
you
try
an'
tamper
with
mine?
Don't
make
me
motherfuckin'
leave
you
with
some
shit
in
your
spine
Fuck
with
me
you
be
a
was
nigga,
nigga
was
dope
Nigga
was
gettin'
money
'fore
I
extorted
your
coke,
'ju
crazy?
Aiyyo,
catch
me
with
a
thirty-eight,
box
and
shells
In
a
ninety-eight
Lincoln
eatin'
pasta
shells
Order
to
go,
always
got
a
box
of
L's
Blow,
stay
on
the
low,
get
a
Heine'
and
swig
I'm
Pinero,
so
I
hate
a
snake,
rat,
or
a
pig
I
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
father
'Cause
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,
Fed
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,
are
y'all
niggaz
eager
to
die?
I
tell
all
my
niggaz
ride,
you
won't
leave
with
a
dime,
motherfucker
Yeah,
yeah
I'm
a
monster,
I
sleep
whole
winters,
wake
up
and
spit
summers
Ghetto
nigga,
puttin'
up
Will
Smith
numbers
Surrounded
by
6's
and
Hummers,
bitches
among
us
Tryin'
not
to
let
this
bullshit
become
us
It
started
from
hunger,
till
it
all
went
insane
Now
bitches
notice
the
chains
now
that
I
hit
my
number
The
chickens
I
twisted
see
the
digits
unlisted
The
beeper
done
changed,
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
for
pesos,
chase
hoes
not
I
just
circle
'round
the
block
in
a
drop
Tell
them
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
Dada,
the
gun
butcher
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
Y'all
niggaz
'bout
to
witness
a
dynasty
like
no
other
I'm
headed
nowhere
fast
run
in
the
place,
gat
in
my
waist
Niggaz
wanted
a
taste,
but
wouldn't
come
to
my
face
So
what
that
mean?
You
cats
is
playin'
games
again
So
now
what
I
do?
Start
namin'
names
again,
what?
All
you
motherfuckers
know,
that
I
speak
from
the
heart
Play
like
you
don't
know,
L.O.X.
is
gon'
bark
We
can
take
it
there,
but
to
make
it
fair,
get
some
more
niggaz
Styles,
Sheik,
Jay,
we
comin'
with
like
four
niggaz,
aight
Y'all
niggaz,
best
to
stop
playin',
it'll
be
the
ones
you
forgotten
about
That'll
get
you
shot
in
your
mouth,
got
my
dogs
covered
Plus
it's
all
gravy
like
chicken
when
it's
smothered,
what?
'It's
Dark,'
and
I
love
it,
get
him
boy,
let
him
loose,
c'mon
You
want
it
with
the
dog?
Get
a
gun,
let
him
shoot,
c'mon
1 Slippin' - Edited Version
2 The Omen
3 The Omen
4 Coming From (feat. Mary J. Blige)
5 Coming From
6 Keep Your Shit the Hardest
7 Keep Your S*** the Hardest
8 We Don't Give a Fuck
9 No Love For Me
10 We Don't Give a Fuck
11 Ain't No Way
12 Pac Man (skit)
13 Pac Man
14 Bring Your Whole Crew
15 We Don't Give a F***
16 No Love 4 Me (feat. Swizz Beatz & Drag-On)
17 No Love For Me
18 Dogs for Life
19 Heat
20 Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
21 Blackout
22 Blackout
23 Blackout
24 My Niggas
25 My Niggas (Skit)
26 We Don't Give A Fuck
27 We Don't Give a Fuck
28 Slippin'
29 Bring Your Whole Crew
30 Pac Man (skit)
31 Ain't No Way
32 We Don't Give a Fuck
33 Keep Your Shit the Hardest
34 Dogs for Life
35 Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood
36 Heat
37 Ready To Meet Him
38 No Love 4 Me
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