UNKLE - Blackout 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
LOX 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 BIG 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 LOX 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 digit's 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, lOX 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