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FLESH OF MY FLESH, BLOOD OF MY BLOOOOOOD!!! Chorus: Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood All my niggas get down like what (repeat) My dogs is dogs with official blood line I say stop bein' greedy get a plate an' you want mine Why do them niggas always force you to take it back to the streets, Can I at least go one year without spittin the heat? Mutha fuckas think you sweet 'till you get your chest messed up Two days later you dressed up - let em rest up He ain't goin' no where, no time soon Remember how I knew him? last thing he heard was boom! And I get some room until I gots ta make me a path Break you in half - fake niggas make me laugh Y'all niggas is funny, still talkin' bout money And aint got none - get the shotgun cuz you hungry [whoo!] It's about to get ugly when the lights is out One, two, three ho! Three strikes you out! [uh] His knife was out - I think they found it still in his head He in a bag and I'm over here, killing his man! [c'mon] CHORUS (x4) I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong And I'm startin' to get that same feelin' that kept me wrong I can't afford to trust niggas, cuss niggas, lust figures Plus niggas is scared to bust niggas - rush niggas [what] Doin' with the heat and they killin nuttin but time Fuckin' with the street you ain't feelin' nuttin but mine [c'mon] Tired of hearin' niggas rhyme and don't say shit [c'mon] Fuck is on the niggas minds, why don't they quit? [c'mon] Suckin' my dick lookin for somethin' new [uh] Let your man hold somethin' with your whole somethin' crew [uh] You know how niggas do: We don't forget shit If you there when its thin then you there when's it's thick [c'mon] No hitch-hikers, fuck that! The ride was rough [what] And every nigga that was with us, then that was rough [what] Alotta niggas that were with us, ain't cried enough [what] So now that when niggas come and get us, we fires em up [c'mon] CHORUS (x4) Mutha ... fucka thought that the X would stop When I got niggas like "Yo, who's the next to drop?" From his camp get the stamp, the grand champ, it's official Think how many die is gonna miss you [c'mon] Lean over in your casket and kiss you [uh] Set you on your way with a blessin' And pray that another learned a lesson Smith and Wesson earnin' money, now money's wife is a widow [what] (Give to 'em 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 you ready to choose Either win or you lose - and I love to win Even if it means I gotta shed blood again [c'mon] Keep the bank account doubling, but don't hate me Really think that what you said would either make me or break me [what] Knowin' it don't take me - long to write In fact, I think I'll drop another song tonight! [c'mon] CHORUS (x4)  More Dmx Song Lyrics
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