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JAY-Z

"Blackout"

[Intro]
(Jay!) f*ck that
(This is it right here baby!)
You know what it is

[Verse 1: Jadakiss]
Yo, 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 tee with the matchin' bandanna
.38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all n*ggas tryna glance at the 'Kiss
'Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist
Bonin' your women, drunk off Corona's and lemon
And you know I'm still writin' the mean, lightin' the green
I need the bucket, even though I look, right in the beam
Judge find out it's my team, he boost they bails
n*ggas 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
f*ck 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 n*gga, 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 neck

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]
Uh-huh, yeah, aiyyo
Yo when my gun bust, send n*ggas to the fish like Swanson
New York's youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y'all heads
Sheek Louch, type of n*gga 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 n*ggas 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 Sheik, go f*ck with a ho
I rock a waist length mink, do-rag under my fitted
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
That's Sheik in the dress-up club cause I don't f*ck with shoes
And for my n*gga'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 motherf*ckin' leave you with some sh*t in yo' spine
f*ck with me you be a WAS n*gga, n*gga WAS dope
n*gga WAS gettin money 'fore I extorted your coke, 'ju crazy?

[Verse 3: Styles]
Ayo, catch me with a .38, box and shells
In a '98 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 sh*t 'cause I'm the second best, the first was B.I.G
Y'all n*ggas 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 n*gga, I don't even be bothered
I spit, I'm just a crooked n*gga 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, or y'all n*ggas eager to die?
I tell all my n*ggas ride, you won't leave with a dime
Motherf*cker

[Verse 4: Jay-Z]
Yeah, yeah
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers
Ghetto n*gga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by 6's and Hummers, b*tches among us
Tryin' not to let this bullsh*t become us
It started from hunger, 'til it all went insane
Now b*tches notice the chains now that I hit my number
The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted
The beeper done changed; you dead b*tch, the Reaper done came
I suggest n*ggas 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'
n*ggas 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 'em jump through the top (uh-huh)
Where the sun roof used to be
I could see y'all not used to me
n*gga flows like none other
I'm the meanest, toughest Don Dada to 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
Motherf*ckers..
Y'all n*ggas bout to witness a dynasty like no other

[Verse 5: DMX]
Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr...
I'm headed nowhere fast, runnin' in place, gat in my waist
n*ggas 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 motherf*ckers 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 n*ggas
Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin' with like four n*ggas (AIGHT!)
Y'all n*ggas, best to stop playin', it'll be the ones you forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth (ARF! ARF!)
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 or the gun, let him choose (C'MON!)

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