Sony Music Studios in New York City, New York - Blackout lyrics

(Jay!) f** 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 n***as tryin to glance at the 'Kiss Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist Bonin' 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 n***as 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 f** 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 n***a, 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 [Sheek Louch] Uh-huh, yeah, aiyyo Yo when my gun bust, send n***as to the fish like Swanson New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads Sheek Louch, type of n***a 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 n***as 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 f** with a ho 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 f** with shoes And for my n***a'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 motherf**in leave you with some sh** in yo' spine f** with me you be a WAS n***a, n***a WAS dope n***a 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 sh** cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G Y'all n***as 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 n***a, I don't even be bothered I spit, I'm just a crooked n***a 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, or y'all n***as eager to die? I tell all my n***as ride, you won't leave with a dime Motherf**er [Jay-Z] Yeah, yeah I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers Ghetto n***a, puttin up Will Smith numbers Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, b**hes among us Tryin not to let this bullsh** become us It started from hunger, til it all went insane Now b**hes notice the chains now that I hit my number The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted The beeper done changed; you dead b**h, the Reaper done came I suggest n***as 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 n***as 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 n***a flows like none other - I'm the meanest Toughest Don Dada to gun bu*t ya 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 Motherf**ers.. Y'all n***as bout to witness a dynasty like no other [DMX] Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.. I'm headed nowhere fast Runnin' in place, gat in my waist n***as 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 motherf**ers 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 n***as Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin with like four n***as (AIGHT!) Y'all n***as, 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 or the gun, let him choose (C'MON!)