Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood DMX

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood! 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 My dogs is dogs with official bloodlines I say, "Stop Being Greedy," get a plate, you want mine Why do niggas always force you take it back to the streets? Can I at least go one year without spitting 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 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 niggas make me laugh Y'all niggas 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! 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 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 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 niggas 'cause niggas lust figures Plus niggas is scared to bust niggas, rush niggas Dueling with the heat, and ain't killing nothing but time Fucking with the street, but you ain't feeling nothing but mine Tired of hearing niggas rhyme that 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's thin, then you there when it's thick No hitchhikers, fuck that, the Ryde was Ruff And every nigga that was wit' us, that died was Ruff A lot of niggas that are wit' us, ain't cried enough So now when niggas come and get us, we fires 'em up 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 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 Motherfuckers, thought that the, X would stop But I got niggas 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 & 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 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 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