Dmx - Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood lyrics

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]

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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]

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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]

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