Blackout by UNKLE Lyrics

Jay! Fuck that, this is it right here baby! You know what it is 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 T with the matchin’ bandanna 38-snub blue steel with no hammer And I see y’all niggas tryin’ to glance at the ‘Kiss ‘Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist Phonin’ your women, drunk off Corona’s and lemon And you know I’m still writin’ the mean, lightin’ the green I need to boogie, even though I look, right in the beam Judge find out it’s my team, he boost they bails Niggas 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 Fuck 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 nigga, even though I’m able to flip You pay 30 for the ‘Kiss, a 100 for The L.O.X. 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 Aiyyo, yo when my gun bust, send niggas to the fish like Swanson New York’s youngest Bumpy Johnson, I put fear in y’all heads Sheik Luc’, type of nigga 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 niggas 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 fuck with a hoe 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 fuck with shoes And for my nigga’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 motherfuckin’ leave you with some shit in your spine Fuck with me you be a was nigga, nigga was dope Nigga was gettin’ money ‘fore I extorted your coke, ‘ju crazy? Aiyyo, catch me with a thirty-eight, box and shells In a ninety-eight 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 shit ’cause I’m the second best, the first was B.I.G. Y’all niggas is son-ned out, let me speak to your father ‘Cause I like to play chess and I swing the revolver If I don’t like a nigga, I don’t even be bothered I spit, I’m just a crooked nigga 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, are y’all niggas eager to die? I tell all my niggas ride, you won’t leave with a dime, motherfucker I’m a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers Ghetto nigga, puttin’ up Will Smith numbers Surrounded by 6’s and Hummers, bitches among us Tryin’ not to let this bullshit become us It started from hunger, till it all went insane Now bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number The chickens I twisted see the digits unlisted The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the Reaper done came I suggest niggas 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’ Niggas 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 them jump through the top Where the sun roof used to be, I could see y’all not used to me Nigga flows like none other, I’m the meanest Toughest Don Dada, the gun butcher 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 motherfuckers Y’all niggas ’bout to witness a dynasty like no other I’m headed nowhere fast run in the place, gat in my waist Niggas 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 motherfuckers know, that I speak from the heart 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 niggas Styles, Sheik, Jay, we comin’ with like four niggas, aight Y’all niggas, best to stop playin’, it’ll be the ones you forgotten about That’ll get you shot in your mouth, got my dogs covered Plus it’s all gravy like chicken when it’s smothered, what? ‘It’s Dark,’ and I love it, get him boy, let him loose, c’mon You want it with the dog? Get a gun, let him shoot, c’mon