Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood lyrics

by

The LOX


[Intro: DMX]
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood!

[Chorus: DMX]
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my n*ggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my n*ggas get down like what

[Verse 1: DMX]
My dogs is dogs with official bloodlines
I say "Stop Being Greedy," get a plate, you want mine
Why do n*ggas always force you take it back to the streets?
Can I at least go one year without spitting the heat?
Motherf*ckers 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 nowhere, no time soon
Remember High Noon? Last thing he heard was "Boom"!
Can I get some room or do I gots to, make me a path?
Break you in half, fake n*ggas make me laugh
Y'all n*ggas is funny, still talking 'bout money
And ain't got none, get the shotgun 'cause you hungry
It's about to get ugly when the, lights is out
One, two, three, ho that's three strikes you out
His knife was out, I think they found it still in his hand
He in a bag and I'm over here, killing his man!
[Chorus: DMX]
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my n*ggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my n*ggas get down like what

[Verse 2: DMX]
I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong
And I'm starting to get that same feeling that kept me wrong
Can't afford to trust n*ggas cause n*ggas lust figures
Plus n*ggas is scared to bust n*ggas, rush n*ggas
Dueling with the heat, and ain't killing nothing but time
f*cking with the street, but you ain't feeling nothing but mine
Tired of hearing n*ggas rhyme that don't say sh*t
f*ck is on them n*ggas minds, why don't they quit?
Sucking my di*k looking for something new
Let your man hold something with your hold something crew
You know how n*ggas do, we don't forget sh*t
If you was there when it's thin, then you there when it's thick
No hitchhikers, f*ck that, the Ryde was Ruff
And every n*gga that was wit us, that died was Ruff
A lot of n*ggas that are wit us, ain't cried enough
So now when n*ggas come and get us, we fires em up

[Chorus: DMX]
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my n*ggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my n*ggas get down like what
[Verse 3: DMX]
Motherf*ckers, thought that the, X would stop
But I got n*ggas like, "Yo, who's the next to drop?"
From his camp, get the stamp, grand champ, it's official
Think when you die how many's gon' miss you
Lean over in your casket and kiss you
Send you on your way with a blessing
And pray that another learned a lesson
Smith and Wesson ended money's life, now money's wife's a widow
(Gave it to him 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 your men and them choose
You either, win or you lose, and I, love to win
Even if it means I gotta shed blood again
Keep the bank account doubling, but don't hate me
Really thought that what you said would either, make me or break me?
Knowin it don't take me long to write
Matter of fact, I think I'll drop another, song tonight

[Chorus: DMX]
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my n*ggas get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my n*ggas get down like what
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