Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood lyrics
[DMX]
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like wha Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like wha My dogs is dogs with official bloodline I say stop being greedy, get a plate if you want mine Why them niggas always force you to take it back to the streets Can I at least go one year without spitting the heat Motherfuckers think you sweat till your chest gets messed up Two days later he's dressed up, let him rest up He ain't going nowhere, no time soon Remember high noon, last thing he heard was BOOM Can I gets some room, or do I have to make me a path Break you in half, fake niggas make me laugh Yall niggas is funny, still talking about money And ain't got none, get the shotgun cause you hungry It's about to get ugly when the lights is out One, two, three, Hooo, that's three strikes, you're out His ninth was out, I think they found it filling his head He in the bag, and I'm over here killing his men Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like wha Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like wha Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like wha Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like wha I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong And I'm starting to get that same feeling that kept me raw Can't afford to trust niggas, cause niggas lust figures Plus niggas scared to bust niggas, rush niggas Doing it with the heat, and ain't killing nothing but time Fucking with the streets you ain't feeling nothing but mine Tired of hearing niggas rhyme and don't say shit Fuck is on a niggas mind, why don't they quit Sucking my dick, looking for something new Let you man hold something, with your whole something crew You know how niggas do, we don't forget shit If you were there when it's thin, then you there when it's thick No hitchhikers, fuck that, the ride was rough And if you a nigga that was with us, then that was rough A lot of niggas that is with us, ain't cried enough So now when niggas come and get us we fires them up Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like wha Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like wha Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like wha Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like wha Motherfucker, thought that the X would stop But I got niggas like 'Yo, who's the next to drop' From his camp get the stamp, the grand champ, it's official Think when you die, how many's gonna miss you Lean over in your casket and kiss you Send you on your way with a blessing And pray that another learned a lesson Smith and Wesson ended moneys life, now moneys wife's a widow 'Gave it to him full blast', nah dog just a little Besides rap, I don't talk, but make plenty of moves I'll murder ten of you fools, before your ready to choose You either win or you lose, and I 'luh' to win Even if it means I got to she'd blood again Keep a bank account doubling but don't hate me Really thought that's what you said, would either make me or break me No, and it don't take me long to write Matter of fact I think I'll drop another song tonight Come on! Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like wha Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like wha Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like wha Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All of my niggas get down like wha
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