Blackout (feat. JAY Z & The Lox)

Yo, I used to have bad luck, now you might see me in a Jag' truck

Masked up, either with a dime or a bad duck

Double-R tee with the matchin' bandana

.38-snub, blue steel with no hammer

And I see y'all **** tryna glance at the 'Kiss

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

Bonin' your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon

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

I need the buggy, even though I look right in the beam

Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails

**** 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

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 ****, even though I'm able to flip

You pay thirty for the 'Kiss (Uh-huh), a hundred for The LOX (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

Yo, when my gun bust, send **** to the fish like Swanson

New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads

Sheek Louch, type of **** 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 **** 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 ho (Ha)

I rock a waist-length mink, durag under my fitted (Style on these ****)

And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new (Huh?)

That's Sheek in the dress-up club 'cause I don't fuck with shoes

And for my ****'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 and tamper with mine?

Don't make me motherfuckin' leave you with some shit in your spine

Fuck with me, you be a "Was ****", "**** was dope"

**** was gettin' money 'fore I extorted your coke

'Ju crazy? (Haha)

Ayo, catch me with a .38, box of shells

In a '98 Lincoln, eatin' pasta shells

Order to go, always got a box of Ls

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 **** is sonned out, let me speak to your father

'Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver

If I don't like a ****, I don't even be bothered

I spit, I'm just a crooked **** 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, oh, y'all **** eager to die?

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

Motherfucker

Yeah, yeah, I'm a monster

I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers

Ghetto ****, puttin' up Will Smith numbers (Ugh)

Surrounded by Sixes and Hummers, bitches among us

Tryin' not to let this bullshit become us

It started from hunger till it all went insane

Now, bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number

The chickens I twisted (Ugh), see the digits unlisted (Yeah)

The beeper done changed

Your dead, bitch, the reaper done came

I suggest **** stop speakin' my name

'Cause trust me, y'all could still feel the heat in the rain

I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin'

**** is hotheads and the bullets is heat-seekin'

Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes, not

I just circle 'round the block in a drop

Tell 'em jump through the top (Uh-huh)

Where the sunroof used to be

I could see y'all not used to me

****, flows like none other (Ugh)

I'm the meanest, toughest Don Dada to gun-butt ya

You the type to bust a lot of shots and none touch you (Fuck)

I'm the type that get excited when the gun touch ya, motherfuckers (Ugh)

Y'all **** 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other

(Grrrr)

I'm headed nowhere fast, runnin' in place (Ugh), gun in my waist

**** wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face (Ugh)

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 (Ugh)

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 ****

Styles, Sheek, Jay, we comin' with like four **** (Aight?)

Y'all **** best to stop playin'

It'll be the ones you forgotten about

That'll get you shot in your mouth

(Argh, argh) Got my dogs covered (Ugh)

Plus it's all gravy, like chicken when it's smothered (What?)

It's dark and I love it (Ugh)

Get him, boy, let him loose (Come on)

You want it with the dog or the gun? Let him choose (Come on)