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DMX – Blackout ft Lox & Jay-Z

Blackout by DMX


Award winning American rapper, DMX collides with Lox and Jay-Z to create this astonishing record which is titled “Blackout”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood” was officially released on 22 December 1998.

We would like you to add this undeniable hit song to your playlist, you won’t regret it yuh.

Listen up below!.



[Sheek Louch and Jadakiss:]


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 tee with the matching bandanna

.38-snub, blue steel with no hammer

And I see y’all niggas tryna glance at the ‘Kiss

‘Cause I walk around with your whole advance on my wrist

Boning your women, drunk off Coronas and lemon

And you know I’m still writing the mean, lighting the green

I need the bucket, 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 thirty for the ‘Kiss (Uh-huh), a hundred for The LOX (Yeah)

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


[Sheek Louch:]

Uh-huh, yeah, 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

Sheek Louch, type of nigga gasoline y’all beds

And that’s warning, if you all alive in the morning, 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 pops’ age that lifestyle ain’t changed

It’s like, wake up, move a brick, half of it slow

Make car money, check with Sheek, go fuck with a ho (Ha!)

I rock a waist-length mink, do-rag under my fitted (Style on these niggas!)

And I don’t even want waves, Timbs be halfway new (Huh?)

That’s Sheek 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 and 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? Haha


[Styles P:]

Aiyyo, catch me with a .38, box of shells

In a ’98 Lincoln, eating pasta shells

Order to go, always got a box of Ls

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 B.I.G

Y’all niggas is sonned 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 going legit

You hold your nine if you holding a brick, common sense

Fed drama, you hit the Bahamas, get bent

L-O-X get respect like Sonny from Bronx Tale

Us and DMX: the Ruff Ryder cartel

Thirsty to live—oh, y’all niggas eager to die?

I tell all my niggas ride, you won’t leave with a dime




Yeah, yeah, I’m a monster

I sleep whole winters; wake up and spit summers

Ghetto nigga, putting up Will Smith numbers (Ugh)

Surrounded by Sixes and Hummers, bitches among us

Trying not to let this bullshit become us

It started from hunger, ’til it all went insane

Now, bitches notice the chains now that I hit my number

The chickens I twisted (Ugh) see the digits unlisted (Yeah)

The beeper done changed

You dead, bitch; the Reaper done came

I suggest niggas stop speaking my name

‘Cause trust me, y’all can still feel the heat in the rain

I keep creeping, streets keep watching, I keep popping

Niggas is hotheads and the bullets is heat-seeking

Jay flow for pesos; chase hoes, not!

I just circle ’round the block in a drop

Tell ’em jump through the top (Uh-huh)

Where the sunroof used to be

I can see y’all not used to me

Nigga, flows like none other (Ugh!)

I’m the meanest, toughest Don Dada to gun-butt ya

You the type that bust a lot of shots, and none touch you (Fuck)

I’m the type that get excited, when the gun touch you

Motherfuckers! Ugh

Y’all niggas bout to witness a dynasty like no other




Uh-huh-uh-huh uh, grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

I’m headed nowhere fast (Ugh), running in place, gat in my waist

Niggas wanted a taste, but wouldn’t come to my face (Ugh)

So what that mean? You cats is playin’ games again

So now what I do? Start naming names again (What!)

All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart (Ugh!)

Play like you don’t know, L-O-X is gon’ bark

We can take it there, but to make it fair, get some more niggas

Styles, Sheek, 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

ARF! ARF! Got my dogs covered (Ugh!)

Plus it’s all gravy, like chicken when it’s smothered (What!)

It’s Dark, and I LOVE IT! (Ugh!)

Get him, boy, let him loose (C’mon!)

You want it with the dog or the gun? Let him choose (C’mon!)