Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood Lyrics

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Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood Lyrics

Artist DMX

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My

Bloooood!!!!!! Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All my niggas get down like

what? Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood All my niggas get down like what?

DMX: My dogs is dogs with official blood line I say stop being greedy, get a

plate if you want mine Why them niggas always force you to take it back to the

streets? Can I atleast go one year with out spittin the heat? Motherfuckers

think it's sweet until you get your chest messed up Two days later he's dressed

up, let him rest up He ain't going no where, no time soon Remember high noon?

The last thing he heard was boom! Can I get some room or do I have to make me a

path?! Break you in half make, fake niggas make me laugh! Ya'll niggas is funny,

still talking about money And they ain't got none Get the shotgun cuz you hungry

It's about to get ugly when the lights is out One, two, three hold, thats three

strikes you out! His knife was out, I think they found it, still in his head He

in a bag, and I am over here, killing his man! Chorus: X4 Flesh of My Flesh,

Blood of My Blood All my niggas get down like what? DMX: I no longer see the

shadow that once kept me strong And I am starting to get that same feeling that

once kept me wrong Can't afford to trust niggas, cuz niggas, lust figgas Plus

niggas, scared to bust niggas What's niggas, doing with the heat? And they ain't

killing nothing but time Fucking with the streets and you ain't feeling nothing

but mine Tired of hearing niggas rhyming, and don't say shit! Fuck is on them

niggas minds? Why don't they quit?! Sucking my dick, looking for something new

Let your man hold something with your hold something crew You know how niggas

do, we don't forget shit If you was there when it was thin Then you were there

when it was thick! No hitch hikers, fuck that, the ryde was ruff! And every

nigga that was with us, the die was ruff! Alotta niggas that were with us, ain't

cried enough! So now you niggas come and get us, we fires em up! Chorus: X4 DMX:

Motherfuckers, thought that the x was stop But I got niggas like, yo who's the

next to drop? From his camp, if the stamped ran camp is official Think when you

die, then how many is gonna miss you Lean over in your casket and kiss you Send

you on your way with a blessing And pray was good enough to learn a lesson Smith

and Wesson ended money's life Now money's wife is a widdow (gave it two full

blasts?) Nah dog, just a little Besides rap, I don't talk but make plenty of

moves I'll murder ten of you fools Before your men and them choose And either,

one of you lose And not, let all you win Even if it means I gotta shed, blood

again Keep the bank account, doublin But don't hate me Really thought that what

you said would either make me or break me Know it and don't take me Knowing it

right! Matter of fact, I think I dropped another, soul tonight! Chorus: X4

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