Letra de canción descargada de: https://www.albumcancionyletra.com ------------------------------------------ Dmx - Blackout ------------------------------------------ Blackout 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 Coronaīs and lemon And you know Iīm 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 itīs 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 donīt want me to blow I got a lot of horsepower so Iīm able to stick Usually a good nigga even though Iīm able to flip You pay 30 for the īKiss, 100 for The L.O.X And if we cooī, then I write a hook for a drop Whateverīs in the bank is my bet A zebuīs 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 Yorkīs youngest Bumpy Johnson I put fear in yīall heads Sheek looks type a nigga that gasoline yall beds And thatīs warning If you all alive in the morning, thatīs fine Now I suggest you hit the block and get whatīs rightfully mine I want PC, see me tuck in your chains I got niggaz my pops say that lifestyle ainīt changed Itīs 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 donīt need rework waves, Timbs be halfway new That Sheek in the dresser club cuz I donīt fuck with shoes And from a niggaīs 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 Donīt 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 Līs 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 Iīm the second best, the first was B.I.G. Yīall niggaz is shunned out, let me speak to your father Cuz I like to play chess and I swing the revolver If I donīt like a nigga, I donīt even be bothered I spit, Iīm 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 yīall niggaz eager to die I tell all my niggaz ride You wonīt leave with a dime, motherfuckers [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah, Iīm a monster Sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers Ghetto nigga puttin up Will Smith numbers Surrounded by 6īs 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 Iīve 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, yīall 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 yīall not used to me Nigga flows like none other Iīm the meanest, toughest Don Dutta, the gun butcha You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya Iīm the type that get excited when the gun touch ya Motherfuckers [DMX] Iīm headed nowhere fast run in the place gun in my waste Niggaz wanted to taste but wouldnīt 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!) Yīall niggaz besta stop playin Itīd be the ones you forgotten about Thatīll get you shot in your mouth *ARF! ARF!* Got my dogs covered Plus itīs all gravy like chicken when itīs smothered Itīs dark and I LOVE IT! get him, boy let him loose You want it with the dogg, let the gun, let him shoot