Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Bloooood!!!!!!

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?

DMX:

My dogs is dogs with official blood line

I say stop being greedy, get a plate if you want mine

Why them niggas always force you to take it back to the streets?

Can I atleast go one year with out spittin 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 no where, no time soon

Remember high noon? The last thing he heard was boom!

Can I get some room or do I have to make me a path?!

Break you in half make, fake niggas make me laugh!

Ya'll niggas is funny, still talking about money

And they ain't got none

Get the shotgun cuz you hungry

It's about to get ugly when the lights is out

One, two, three hold, thats three strikes you out!

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!

Chorus: X4

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood

All my niggas get down like what?

DMX:

I no longer see the shadow that once kept me strong

And I'm starting to get that same feeling that once kept me wrong

Can't afford to trust niggas, cuz niggas, lust figgas

Plus niggas, scared to bust niggas

What's niggas, doing with the heat?

And they ain't killing nothing but time

Fucking with the streets and you ain't feeling nothing but mine

Tired of hearing niggas rhyming, and 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 was thin

Then you were there when it was thick!

No hitch hikers, fuck that, the ryde was ruff!

And every nigga that was with us, the die was ruff!

Alotta niggas that were with us, ain't cried enough!

So now you niggas come and get us, we fires em up!

Chorus: X4

DMX:

Motherfuckers, thought that the x was stop

But I got niggas like, yo who's the next to drop?

From his camp, if the stamped ran camp is official

Think when you die, then how many is gonna miss you

Lean over in your casket and kiss you

Send you on your way with a blessing

And pray was good enough to learn a lesson

Smith and Wesson ended money's life

Now money's wife is a widdow

(gave it two full blasts?)

Nah dog, just a little

Besides rap, I don't talk but make plenty of moves

I'll murder ten of you fools

Before your men and them choose

And either, one of you lose

And not, let all you win

Even if it means I gotta shed, blood again

Keep the bank account, doublin

But don't hate me

Really thought that what you said would either make me or break

me

Know it and don't take me

Knowing it right!

Matter of fact, I think I dropped another, soul tonight!

Chorus: X4