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Текст (слова) песни: DMX f Jay-Z, The L.O.X. - 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 y`all niggaz tryin to glance at the `Kiss
Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Phonin your women, drunk off Corona`s and lemon
And you know I`m still writin the mean, lightin the green
I need to boogie, even though I look, right in the beam
Judge find out it`s my team, he boost they bails
Niggaz 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 30 for the `Kiss (uh-huh) a 100 for The L.O.X. (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

[Sheik Luciano]
Uh-huh, yeah, aiyyo
Yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like Swanson
New York`s youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y`all heads
Sheik Luc`, type of nigga gasoline y`all beds
And that`s warnin, if you all alive in the mornin, 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 niggaz my pop`s age that lifestyle ain`t changed
It`s like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow
Make car money, check with Sheik, go fuck with a hoe
I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
And I don`t even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
That`s Sheik 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 an` tamper with mine?
Don`t make me motherfuckin leave you with some shit in yo` spine
Fuck with me you be a WAS nigga, nigga WAS dope
Nigga WAS gettin money `fore I extorted your coke, `ju crazy?

[Styles]
Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells
In a ninety-eight 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 niggaz is son-ned 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, are y`all niggaz eager to die?
I tell all my niggaz ride, you won`t leave with a dime
Motherfucker

[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 6`s and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin 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
The beeper done changed; you dead bitch, the Reaper done came
I suggest niggaz 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
Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin
Jay flow for pesos -- chase hoes NOT
I just circle `round the block in a drop
Tell them jump through the top (uh-huh)
where the sun roof used to be
I could see y`all not used to me
Nigga flows like none other - I`m the meanest
toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I`m the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya
Motherfuckers..
Y`all niggaz bout to witness a dynasty like no other

[DMX]
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.. I`m headed nowhere fast
Run in the place, gat in my waist
Niggaz 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 namin names again (WHAT!)
All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart (UH!)
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 niggaz
Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin with like four niggaz (AIGHT!)
Y`all niggaz, 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 (UH!)
Plus it`s all gravy like chicken when it`s smothered (WHAT!)
"It`s Dark," and I LOVE IT! (UH!)
Get him boy - let him loose (C`MON!)
You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot (C`MON!)

 

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