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| | Album: | Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood | | Track: | Z Blackout | Click and Watch [Z Blackout] Music Lyrics Video Below:
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| | |  | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 13 | | | | Lyrics: | Jay! Fuck that
This is it right here baby!
You know what it is
n[Jadakiss]
Yo, I used to have bad luck
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
Mad
nstuck either with a dime or a bad duck
Double R T with the matchin bandana
38-snub
nblue steel with no hammer
And I see all ya niggaz tryin to glance at the Kiss
Cuz I
nwalk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Phonin your women, drunk off Corona's and
nlemon
And you know I'm still right in the main
Light in the green
I need to
nbug it even though I look right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
n
Niggaz floss on their album, try to boost their sales
We put our pies on the table
nwhen our eyes on a label
Cuz them rednecks up in the mountains will try to slay you
nCall me raspy tell you what I want you to know
Fuck what you ask me you probably don't want
nme to blow
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to stick
Usually a good nigga even
nthough I'm able to flip
You pay 30 for the 'Kiss, 100 for The L.O.X>
And if we coo',
nthen I write a hook for a drop
Whatever's in the bank is my bet
A zebu's my pet
nAnd get in the bed and with the legs then that
[Sheek]
Aiyyo, when my gun bust
nsend niggaz to the fish like swamps and
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson
I put fear
nin y'all heads
Sheek looks type a nigga that gasoline yall beds
And that's warning
n
If you all alive in the morning, that's fine
Now I suggest you hit the block and get
nwhat's rightfully mine
I want PC, see me tuck in your chains
I got niggaz my pops say
nthat lifestyle ain't changed
It's like wake up move a brick half-of-a-slow
Make car
nmoney check with Sheek go fuck with a hoe
I rock a waste slim mink do-rag under my fittish
n
And I don't need rework waves, Timbs be halfway new
That Sheek in the
ndresser club cuz I don't fuck with shoes
And from a nigga's life, I swear to the Bible, let
nit be told
I put 30 in your head, all in the same hole
Cuz we all got the same goal
nand you tryin to tamper with mine
Don't make me mothafuckin leave you with some shit in your
nspine
Fuck with me, you be a was nigga
Nigga was dope
Nigga was gettin money
nbefore I extorted your coke
What, you crazy?
[Styles]
Aiyyo, catch me
nwith a 38, box and shells
In a 98 Lincoln eatin pasta shells
Order to go, always got a
nbox of L's
Blow, stay on the low
Get a Henney and swig
I Penuro so I hate a
nsnake, rat, or a pig
I pop shit cuz I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G.
Y'all
nniggaz is shunned out, let me speak to your father
Cuz I like to play chess and I swing the
nrevolver
If I don't like a nigga, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked
nnigga goin legit
You hold your nine if you holdin a brick
Common sense, that drama,
nyou hit the Bahamas, get bent
L.O.X. get respect like Sunny from Bronx Tale
Us and
nDMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel
Thirsty to live all y'all niggaz eager to die
I tell all my
nniggaz ride
You won't leave with a dime, motherfuckers
[Jay-Z]
Yeah,
nyeah, I'm a monster
Sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga puttin
nup Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers
Bitches among us
Try not
nto let this bullshit become us
This started from hunger, tell it all when they sane
nNow bitches notice the chains now that I've hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the
ndigits unlisted
The beeper done change
You dead bitch, the Reaper done came
I
nsuggest niggaz stop speakin my name
Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
n
I keep creepin, streets keep watchin I keep poppin
Niggaz is hot heads and the
nbullets is heat-seekin
Jay flow pesos chase hoes NOT
I just circle around the block in
na drop
Tell them to jump through the top
Where the sun roof used to be
I could
nsee y'all not used to me
Nigga flows like none other
I'm the meanest, toughest Don
nDutta, the gun butcha
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the
ntype that get excited when the gun touch ya
Motherfuckers
[DMX]
I'm
nheaded nowhere fast run in the place gun in my waste
Niggaz wanted to taste but wouldn't come
nto my face
So what that mean you cats is playin games again
So what I do start namin
nnames again(what!)
All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart(uh!)
Play
nlike you dunno and L.O.X. is gonna bark
We can take it there but to make it fair, get some mo
nniggaz
Styles, Sheek, Jay we comin with like 4 niggaz(aight!)
Y'all niggaz besta stop
nplayin
It'd be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth
n*ARF! ARF!* Got my dogs covered
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered
nIt's dark and I LOVE IT! get him, boy let him loose
You want it with the dogg, let the gun,
nlet him shoot | | | |
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