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Jay-Z, DMX, L.O.X. - Blackout

Blackout
Jay-Z, DMX, L.O.X.
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[Intro: Sheek Louch & Jadakiss]
Jay!
Fuck that!
This is it, right here, baby!
You know what it is.

[Verse 1: 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 tee with the matchin' bandanna,
.38-snub, blue steel with no hammer.
And I see y'all niggas tryna glance at the Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist,
Bonin' your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon,
And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green,
I need the bucket, even though I look, right in the beam,
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails,
Niggas 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 thirty for the Kiss, uh-huh, a hundred for The LOX, yeah,
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.

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Yo, when my gun bust, send niggas to the fish like Swanson,
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads,
Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y'all beds,
And that's warning, if you all alive in the morning, 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 niggas my pops' age that lifestyle ain't changed,
It's like: wake up, move a brick, half of it slow,
Make car money, check with Sheek, go fuck with a ho.
I rock a waist-length mink, du-rag under my fitted, (Style on these niggas)
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new, (Huh?)
That's Sheek 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 and tamper with mine?
Don't 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" 'fore I extorted your coke.
Chu crazy? Ha ha!

[Verse 3: Styles P]
Ayo, catch me with a .38, box of shells
In a '98 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 niggas is sonned 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, oh, y'all niggas eager to die?
I tell all my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime,
Mothafucka!

[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster,
I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers,
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers,
Surrounded by Sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryna not to let this bullshit become us.
It started from hunger 'til it all went insane,
Now, bitches notice the chains. now that I hit my number.
The chickens I twisted, see the digits unlisted, yeah,
The beeper done changed,
You dead, bitch, the Reaper done came,
I suggest niggas 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',
Niggas is hotheads and the bullets is heat-seekin'.
Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes, not,
I just circle 'round the block in a drop,
Tell 'em jump through the top (Uh-huh)
Where the sunroof used to be,
I can see y'all not used to me.
Nigga flows like none other,
I'm the meanest, toughest don dada to gun-butt ya,
You the type that bust a lot of shots, and none touch you,
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch you,
Mothafuckas!
Y'all niggas bout to witness a dynasty like no other.

[Verse 5: DMX]
I'm headed nowhere fast, runnin' in place, gun in my waist,
Niggas 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 naming 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 niggas,
Styles, Sheek, Jay... We comin' with like four niggas, aight?!
Y'all niggas best to stop playin',
It'll be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth.
Arf! Arf! 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 or the gun? Let him choose. (C'mon)

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