Battery Studios in New York City, New York - Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood lyrics

[DMX] Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood FLESH OF MY FLESH, BLOOD OF MY BLOOOOOOD!!! Chorus: DMX (repeat 2X) Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood All my n***as get down like what [DMX] My dogs is dogs, with official bloodlines I say "Stop Being Greedy," get a plate, you want mine Why do n***as always force you take it back to the streets? (c'mon!) Can I at least go one year without spittin the heat? (uh-huh) Motherf**ers think it's sweet until you get yo' chest messed up (uhh) Two days later he's dressed up -- let him rest up (WHAT?) He ain't goin nowhere, no time soon Remember "High Noon"? Last thing he heard was BOOM! (boom!) Can I get some room or do I gots to, make me a path? (uhh, uhh) Break you in half -- fake n***as make me laugh (uhh) Y'all n***as is funny, still talkin bout money And ain't got none -- get the shotgun cause you hungry (woo) It's about to get ugly when the, lights is out One, two, three -- ho that's three strikes you out! (uhh) His knife was out -- I think they found it still in his hand He in a bag, and I'm over here, k**in his man! (c'mon!) Chorus: repeat 2X [DMX] I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong (uhh) And I'm startin to get that same feelin that kept me wrong (uh-huh) Can't afford to trust n***as cause n***as lust figures (UHH) Plus n***as is scared to bust n***as, rush n***as (WHAT?) Duelin with the heat, and ain't k**in nuttin but time f**in with the street, but you ain't feelin nuttin but mine (c'mon!) Tired of hearin n***as rhyme that don't say sh** (c'mon!) f** is on them n***as minds, why don't they quit? (c'mon!) s**in my dick lookin for somethin new (UH) Let your man hold somethin witcho' hold somethin crew (UH) You know how n***as do -- we don't forget sh*t If you was there when it's thin Then you there when it's thick (c'mon!) No hitchhikers, f** that, the Ryde was Ruff (WHAT?) And every n***a that was wit us, that died was Ruff (WHAT?) A lot of n***as that are wit us, ain't cried enough (WHAT?) So now when n***as come and get us, we fires em up! (c'mon!) Chorus: repeat 2X [DMX] Mother..f**ers, thought that the, X would stop But I got n***as 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 (c'mon!) Lean over in your casket and kiss you (UH) Send you on your way with a blessin; And pray that another learned a lesson Smith and Wessun ended money's life, now money's wife's a widow (WHAT?) (Gave it to him full blast?) Nah dog, just a little Beside rap I don't talk but make plenty of moves (uh-huh) I'll murder, ten of you fools before you're ready to choose (uh-huh) You 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 thought that what you said would either, make me or break me? (WHAT?) Knowin it don't take me, long to write Matter of fact, I think I'll drop another, song tonight! (c'mon!) Chorus: repeat 2X