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Blackout Chords by DMX

  • Key: E
  • BPM: 86
  • Capo: no capo

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BLACKOUT CHORDS

[Intro]
E              
 Jay Fuck that
     E                    
This is it right here baby
E                  
You know what it is
   Am E                      
Yo   I used to have bad luck


[Verse]
              E                    
Now you might see me in a Jag truck
                      E                   
Mad stuck either with a dime or a bad duck
                     E               
Doubler tee with the matchin' bandana
                     E                   
Thirtyeightsnub blue steel with no hammer
                              E                     
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss
                               E                        
'cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
                            E                
Boning your women drunk off Coronas and lemon
                                   E                      
And you know I'm still writin' the mean lightin' the green
                                     E                
I need the bucket even though I look right in the beam
                            E                  
Judge find out it's my team he boost they bails
                                  E                  
Niggas throw us on they album try to boost they sales
                                 E                    
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on the label
                               E                           
'cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
                            E                 
Call me raspy tell you what I want you to know
                                        E              
Fuck what you ask me you probably don't want me to blow
                             E               
I got a lot of horsepower so I'm able to skip
                                 E               
Usually a good nigga even though I'm able to flip
                             E                    
You pay thirty for the 'Kiss a hundred for The LOX
                            E                
And if we cool then I write a hook for a drop
                          E                      
Whatever's in the bank is my bet a Zbull's my pet
                          E                    
And you can bet he'll get the legs and the neck
                                   E                    
Yo when my gun bust send niggas to the fish like Swanson
                                  E                        
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson I put fear in y'all heads
                          E                  
Sheek Louch type of nigga gasoline y'all beds
                                   E                      
And that's warnin' if you alive in the mornin' that's fine
                                        E                     
Now I suggest you hit the block and get what's rightfully mine
                 E                  
I want PC see me Tuck in your chains
                               E                      
I got niggas my pop's age that lifestyle ain't changed
                         E                    
It's like wake up move a brick half of it slow
                          E                      
Make car money check with Sheek go fuck with a ho
                          E                    
I rock a waistlength mink dorag under my fitted
                            E                   
And I don't even want waves Timbs be halfway new
                                          E                    
That's Sheek in the dressup club 'cause I don't fuck with shoes
                                       E                   
And for my nigga's life I swear to the Bible let it be told
                          E                   
I put thirty in your head all in the same hole
                                        E                   
'cause we got the same goal and you try and tamper with mine
                                           E                      
Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in your spine
                      E                      
Fuck with me you be a wasnigga nigga was dope
                              E                             
Nigga was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke 'ju crazy
                                     E                  
Ayo catch me with a zero point three eight box of shells
                         E                  
In a ninetyeight Lincoln eatin' pasta shells
                       E          
Order to go always got a box of Ls
                         E                
Blow stay on the low get a Heine' and swig
                       E                 
I'm Pinero so I hate a snake rat or a pig
                                 E                     
I pop shit 'cause I'm the second best the first was BIG


[Chorus]
                               E                      
Y'all niggas is sonned out let me speak to your father
                                E                   
'cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver
                        E                       
If I don't like a nigga I don't even be bothered
                          E                
I spit I'm just a crooked nigga goin' legit
                                    E    
You hold your nine if you holdin' a brick
                                   E               
Common sense fed drama you hit the Bahamas get bent
                     E                    
Lox get respect like Sonny from Bronx Tale
               E                
Us and DMX the Ruff Ryder cartel
                          E                  
Thirsty to live are y'all niggas eager to die
                              E                      
I tell all my niggas ride you won't leave with a dime
E                     
Motherfucker Yeah yeah


[Verse]
              E                                             
I'm a monster I sleep whole winters wake up and spit summers
E                                         
Ghetto nigga puttin' up Will Smith numbers
                                              E 
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers bitches among us
E                                        
Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us
E                                             
It started from hunger 'til it all went insane
    E                                                 
Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number
E                                             
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
                                                  E        
The beeper done changed you dead bitch the reaper done came
  E                                   
I suggest niggas stop speakin' my name
E                                                        
'cause trust me y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
  E                                                 
I keep creepin' streets keep watchin' I keep poppin'
E                                                 
Niggas is hot heads and the bullets is heatseekin'
                              E  
Jay flow for pesos chase hoes not
  E                                     
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
E                             
Tell them jump through the top
                           E 
Where the sun roof used to be
  E                             
I could see y'all not used to me
E                                          
Nigga flows like none other I'm the meanest
E                                
Toughest Don Dada the gun butt ya
    E                                                  
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
    E                                                            
I'm the type that get excited when the gun touch ya motherfuckers
                      E                              
Y'all niggas 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other
E                          
Grr I'm headed nowhere fast


[Chorus]
    E                           
Run in the place gat in my waist
E                                                 
Niggas wanted a taste but wouldn't come to my face
   E                                             
So what that mean You cats is playin' games again
       E                                 
So now what I do Start namin' names again
    E                                                 
All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart
E                                        
Play like you don't know LOX is gon' bark
   E                                                         
We can take it there but to make it fair get some more niggas
E                                               
Styles Sheek Jay we comin' with like four niggas
E                                
Y'all niggas best to stop playin'
                         E              
It'll be the ones you've forgotten about
                E                 
That'll get you shot in your mouth
E                  
Got my dogs covered
          E                                         
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered
              Em7      
It's dark and I love it
        E                
Get him boy let him loose
Em7              E                                
You want it with the dog or the gun Let him choose


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