Blackout Chords by DMX

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


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


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


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


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


[Outro]