[DMX:] Bloodline, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Vacant Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know
Bloodline, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Vacant Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know
[DMX:] I'm just gonna stick to the script cuz you know how that shit go Quick to the flip dog, kitten don't let go Get that shit yo, wrong or right me Dog for life and its on tonight Y'all niggas make money, money, money My Niggas take money, money, money Bloodline, get down cuz I love mine I can put my life on the line at least one time Cats don't know nothing, but show frontin I'm a pump pump it up like Joe Budden Dark Man, bang your head with the walk man Tryna holla at shorty, you still tryna talk man Sometimes niggas is worse than the bitches So I'm a holla at you, but first with the stitches Cats don't know who you fucking with 'Til you fucking with X and you stuck in shit
[DMX:] Bloodline, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Vacant Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know
[Big Stan:] Yo Grease I need this beat, no disrespect I just got some shit I need to get off my chest Look around and I see the rap game is a mess So many chromes, now they getting me vexed Upset and insane in how the game gonna change shit Sounding the same, and it's a ma fucking shame While lames think they flow so sick, getting excited Yeah they got a sick flow, its called the "Young Hov Virus" BUT, let me fall back into character B got so hot, never been an amateur Ask the locals, Boy its Lo-Co Never Stop my flow, wanna go pro, you know Check the history, started with the R's Now I'm running with the line, four time, no mystery Dog, tryna position me to get in the door But since the door don't open wide enough, we rippin it off
[DMX:] Bloodline, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Vacant Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know
[DMX:] Dog, gonna be Dog, that's how I get down Step up, nigga, sit down, put your shit down (AIGHT!!!) Clowns ain't even built for the circus, I'm about to pop this nigga (DOG, It ain't worth it) TAHHHH, yeah you right, soon as your man make it dead at night I'll be there, aight?? (then what??) Everything stops, money turns on the light, and Pa Pop Pop Pop!!!
[Big Stan:] None stop shots ringing out, cowards hit the ground I came to get down if you came to get down Blow the pound up, niggas wanna what with us Bloodline and the dog I trust, so for the dog I bust That thang, catch me while I'm up in the truck with that thang Dog get the word, it's a must that I bang And trust me, I'm gonna do my motherfuck'n thang
[DMX:] Bloodline, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Vacant Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Man, bitch-ass niggas just don't know
Yeah! Come on man, ya niggas don't know what the fuck this shit is!
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