Blackout

(Jay!) Fuck that <br>(This is it right here baby!)<br>You know what it is<br><br>[Jadakiss]<br>Yo, I used to have bad luck <br>Now you might see me in a Jag truck<br>Mad stuck, either with a dime or a bad duck<br>Double-R T with the matchin bandana<br>38-snub blue steel with no hammer<br>And I see y`all niggaz tryin to glance at the `Kiss<br>Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist<br>Phonin your women, drunk off Corona`s and lemon<br>And you know I`m still writin the mean, lightin the green<br>I need to boogie, even though I look, right in the beam<br>Judge find out it`s my team, he boost they bails<br>Niggaz throw us on they album, try to boost they sales<br>We put our pies on the table and our eyes on a label<br>Cause them rednecks up in the mountains`ll try to slay you<br>(They call me) Raspy, tell you what I want you to know<br>Fuck what you ask me - you probably don`t, want me to blow<br>I got a lot of horsepower so I`m able to skip<br>Usually a good nigga, even though I`m able to flip<br>You pay 30 for the `Kiss (uh-huh) a 100 for The L.O.X. (yeah)<br>And if we cool, then I write a hook for a drop<br>Whatever`s in the bank is my bet, a z-bull`s my pet<br>and you can bet he`ll get the legs and the neck<br><br>[Sheik Luciano]<br>Uh-huh, yeah, aiyyo<br>Yo when my gun bust, send niggaz to the fish like Swanson<br>New York`s youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y`all heads<br>Sheik Luc`, type of nigga gasoline y`all beds<br>And that`s warnin, if you all alive in the mornin, that`s fine<br>Now I suggest you hit the block and get what`s rightfully mine<br>I want PC - see me? Tuck in your chains<br>I got niggaz my pop`s age that lifestyle ain`t changed<br>It`s like wake up, move a brick, half of it slow<br>Make car money, check with Sheik, go fuck with a hoe<br>I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted<br>And I don`t even want waves, Timbs be halfway new<br>That`s Sheik in the dress-up club cause I don`t fuck with shoes<br>And for my nigga`s life, I swear to the Bible, let it be told<br>I put thirty in your head, all in the same hole<br>Cause we got the same goal, and you try an` tamper with mine?<br>Don`t make me motherfuckin leave you with some shit in yo` spine<br>Fuck with me you be a WAS nigga, nigga WAS dope<br>Nigga WAS gettin money `fore I extorted your coke, `ju crazy?<br><br>[Styles]<br>Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells<br>In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin pasta shells<br>Order to go, always got a box of L`s<br>Blow, stay on the low, get a Heine` and swig<br>I`m Pinero, so I hate a snake, rat, or a pig<br>I pop shit cause I`m the second best, the first was B.I.G.<br>Y`all niggaz is son-ned out, let me speak to your father<br>Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver<br>If I don`t like a nigga, I don`t even be bothered<br>I spit, I`m just a crooked nigga goin legit<br>You hold your nine if you holdin a brick<br>Common sense, Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent<br>L.O.X. get respect like Sonny from "Bronx Tale"<br>Us and DMX, the Ruff Ryder cartel<br>Thirsty to live, are y`all niggaz eager to die?<br>I tell all my niggaz ride, you won`t leave with a dime<br>Motherfucker<br><br>[Jay-Z]<br>Yeah, yeah<br>I`m a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers<br>Ghetto nigga, puttin up Will Smith numbers<br>Surrounded by 6`s and Hummers, bitches among us <br>Tryin not to let this bullshit become us <br>It started from hunger, til it all went insane<br>Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number<br>The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted<br>The beeper done changed; you dead bitch, the Reaper done came<br>I suggest niggaz stop speakin my name<br>Cause trust me, y`all can still feel the heat in the rain<br>I keep creepin, streets keep watchin, I keep poppin <br>Niggaz is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin<br>Jay flow for pesos -- chase hoes NOT<br>I just circle `round the block in a drop<br>Tell them jump through the top (uh-huh) <br>where the sun roof used to be<br>I could see y`all not used to me<br>Nigga flows like none other - I`m the meanest<br>toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher<br>You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya<br>I`m the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya<br>Motherfuckers..<br>Y`all niggaz bout to witness a dynasty like no other<br><br>[DMX]<br>Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.. I`m headed nowhere fast<br>Run in the place, gat in my waist<br>Niggaz wanted a taste, but wouldn`t come to my face<br>So what that mean? You cats is playin games again<br>So now what I do? Start namin names again (WHAT!)<br>All you motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart (UH!)<br>Play like you don`t know, L.O.X. is gon` bark<br>We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggaz<br>Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin with like four niggaz (AIGHT!)<br>Y`all niggaz, best to stop playin, it`ll be the ones you forgotten about<br>that`ll get you shot in your mouth (ARF! ARF!)<br>Got my dogs covered (UH!)<br>Plus it`s all gravy like chicken when it`s smothered (WHAT!)<br>"It`s Dark," and I LOVE IT! (UH!)<br>Get him boy - let him loose (C`MON!)<br>You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot (C`MON!)