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Lyrics for Flesh Of My Flesh Blood Of My Blood by DMX:
| | | Artist: | DMX |
| | Album: | Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood | | Track: | Flesh Of My Flesh Blood Of My Blood | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 109 | | | | Lyrics: | Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
FLESH OF MY FLESH, BLOOD OF MY BLOOOOOOD!!!
Chorus:
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my niggas get down
like what
(repeat)
My dogs is dogs with official blood line
I say stop
bein' greedy get a plate an' you want mine
Why do them niggas always force you to take it
back to the streets,
Can I at least go one year without spittin the heat?
Mutha fuckas
think you sweet 'till you get your chest messed up
Two days later you dressed up - let em
rest up
He ain't goin' no where, no time soon
Remember how I knew him? last thing he
heard was boom!
And I get some room until I gots ta make me a path
Break you in half -
fake niggas make me laugh
Y'all niggas is funny, still talkin' bout money
And aint got
none - get the shotgun cuz you hungry [whoo!]
It's about to get ugly when the lights is out
One, two, three ho! Three strikes you out! [uh]
His knife was out - I think they found
it still in his head
He in a bag and I'm over here, killing his man! [c'mon]
CHORUS (x4)
I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong
And I'm
startin' to get that same feelin' that kept me wrong
I can't afford to trust niggas, cuss
niggas, lust figures
Plus niggas is scared to bust niggas - rush niggas [what]
Doin'
with the heat and they killin nuttin but time
Fuckin' with the street you ain't feelin'
nuttin but mine [c'mon]
Tired of hearin' niggas rhyme and don't say shit [c'mon]
Fuck
is on the niggas minds, why don't they quit? [c'mon]
Suckin' my dick lookin for somethin' new
[uh]
Let your man hold somethin' with your whole somethin' crew [uh]
You know how
niggas do: We don't forget shit
If you there when its thin then you there when's it's thick
[c'mon]
No hitch-hikers, fuck that! The ride was rough [what]
And every nigga that was
with us, then that was rough [what]
Alotta niggas that were with us, ain't cried enough
[what]
So now that when niggas come and get us, we fires em up [c'mon]
CHORUS
(x4)
Mutha ... fucka thought that the X would stop
When I got niggas
like "Yo, who's the next to drop?"
From his camp get the stamp, the grand champ, it's
official
Think how many die is gonna miss you [c'mon]
Lean over in your casket and
kiss you [uh]
Set you on your way with a blessin'
And pray that another learned a
lesson
Smith and Wesson earnin' money, now money's wife is a widow [what]
(Give to 'em
full blast?) Nah dog, just a little
Beside rap I don't talk but make plenty of moves
I'll murder ten of you fools before you ready to choose
Either win or you lose - and I love
to win
Even if it means I gotta shed blood again [c'mon]
Keep the bank account
doubling, but don't hate me
Really think that what you said would either make me or break me
[what]
Knowin' it don't take me - long to write
In fact, I think I'll drop another
song tonight! [c'mon]
CHORUS (x4 | | | |  Reddit | X / Twitter | Facebook | Copy link |
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