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Blackout (feat. LOX & Jay-Z)

(Jay) Fuck that

(This is it right here baby)

You know what it isYo, 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 niggas tryin' to glance at the 'Kiss

'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist

Phoning your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon

And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green

I need the bugy, 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 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 neckYo 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 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 niggas 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 Sheek, 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 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 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?Ayo, 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 niggas eager to die?

I tell all my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime

MotherfuckerYeah, 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 butt 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, motherfuckers

Y'all niggas 'bout to witness a dynasty like no otherGrr. I'm headed nowhere fast

Run in the place, gat 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 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 niggas

Styles, Sheek, 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

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)

Songwriters

SHAWN CARTER, KASSEEM DEAN, SEAN JACOBS, JASON PHILLIPS, EARL SIMMONS, DAVID STYLESPublished by

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