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DMX – Hood Blues ft Westside Gunn, Benny The Butcher & Conway The Machine

Hood Blues by DMX


DMX, a talented rapper, teams up with Westside Gunn, Benny The Butcher & Conway The Machine to create this song titled “Hood Blues”.

This intriguing record which appeared on his top charting album project called “Exodus” was officially released on 28 May 2021.

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

Listen up below!.



Rrr, come one, brr

What? What?


Ayo, ayo (Rr)


I’m in the hood (Ah), eighty K house, million dollar net (Uh-huh, ah)

Shot off two hundred rounds, niggas know where we at (Brr, yeah)

My coke be the best, talk no steps (Uh-huh, ah)

Headshot took off, soulless (Boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)

Margiela kicks, Margiela sweats

I’m on the yard doin’ burpees, me, Drop and Fresh

Shooter lean low, he got a new body (Boo-boo-boo-boom)

Pray to Tesla X, you need a new body (Skrrt)

Fifty K, got my bitch a new body (Ah)

You internet niggas, y’all punani (Rrr)

The Ace of Spades simple, yay dealer

Pray five times a day, get on the wave, nigga

Baddest bitch you ever seen doin’ my braids nigga

The Tech echo like it got delays, nigga

Your shit ain’t shit, get out the way, nigga

New Yeezys, only me and Ye with ’em (Yeah, ah)

Pay attention (Uh), four on the baby come back then leave seven (Uh, uh)

Guarantee into the rec’ yard, I got the weapon (Ow, ah)

The Butcher comin’, nigga (Come on)


Yo, uh

You know how I rock six figures off Zaza

Come and spend at my shop, I turn your hood to a hotspot

Every game I feel like I’m Dame without a stop watch

Shootin’ before the shot clock, Griselda got the top spot (Oh)

Locked down like a pawn shop, nigga (Yeah)

I’m thinkin’, “Why not?” (Uh-huh)

I gave my life to the game, but what do I got?

Father these niggas, how? I don’t even know my pops

This flip phone that I got don’t connect to the WiFi

Uh-huh, this new foreign shit with the wood on the door

Got me beefin’ with some niggas I could’ve put on

They make up lies and put ’em in songs

I pull up the lots, cop down the block hear me pull in the yard

Yeah, prayin’ with my dirty hands (With my dirty hands)

I did dirt and scam

I’m askin’ God “Do I deserve these bands?” (Do I deserve these bands?)

And we from murder land, eastside shit

Jeans purple brand, ridin’ in the GLE, the turtle van (Talk to ’em)


Ah, you throwin’ shots you better be precise (Ah-huh)

If I only squeeze it twice, that’s me bein’ polite (Okay)

We was in the trenches, nigga, four chicken wings and rice

The shooter fourteen, can’t read or right when he gon’ squeeze his pipe

We was tryna sell a key at night

‘Cause Nas said a G at night wasn’t good enough

And he was right (Talk to ’em)

They mad I’m rich, the same niggas that wouldn’t see my plight

The next plan, I’m ridin’ to the game with KD tonight, yeah

Machine bitch, every beat I body

My nigga on his way home, he just beat a body

Every time I leave the house, I got the steamer boy me (I got it on me)

My jacket a one of none, you never seen it probably (Woo)

I took some cheddar out the vault to pay the lawyer for my man

Rifle possession and felony assault (You good nigga)

Whippin’ up at Unc house, he keep the resi’ off the fork (Keep that)

I’m Kyrie hitting niggas with the hezy on the court, look (Woo)

I reached the point niggas never would’ve thought

‘Cause every time I drop somethin’ I don’t never get support

FN Mag shot, severin’ your corpse

You never could extort me

My heart cold as February 4th (Talk to ’em)

They hate to see me win, I’m not surprised

Nigga, I’m fuckin the bitches them bum bitches you fucks idolize

I’m in Harlem at Lighthouse eatin’ lobster fries

Vee & Shooter with me, I got mobster ties


I grew up at the dark side, apartheid

Where goin’ against the grain’ll get you kidnapped and hogtied

X the illest nigga, realest nigga

Never been scared, I’m a fearless nigga

Got that cannon that’ll remove your head and shoulders

Cats that play in the street get ran over

I’ma make you hand over everything you got

I’m not the average motherfucker

Do damage ’cause I’m a savage

Sometimes I can’t manage all the shit in my attic

I was promised the world but I got the dirt instead

It’s just life, I was bred to shed blood

For all my niggas that know me “Fuck you, nigga, What ”

Built for war, raw, this .44 will hit you through the door

You exist no more

I done punk’d more niggas than Ashton Kutcher

It’s Westside, Conway, X, Benny the Butcher, nigga


Get like you lay, nigga

Get how you fuckin’ lay, nigga

You know what the fuck it is

You know what the fuck it is, nigga

I ain’t fifty years old for nothing, aight

I’m not fifty years old for nothing (We active, nigga, we active)

Wish a nigga would

And I wish a nigga would