Dame Grease - We Bout to Blow lyrics

[DMX] UHH UHH UHHHHHH!!!!!!! Yeah!! {*repeat 3X*} Def Jam Yeah!! (come on) Ruff Ryders Yeah!! (come on) [Hook: DMX - repeat 2X] Bloodline, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Vacant Lot, we bout to blow (WHAT!) Man, b**h-a** n***as just don't know [Verse 1: DMX] I'm just gonna stick to the script cuz you know how that sh** go Quick to the flip dog, kitten don't let go Get that sh** yo, wrong or right me Dog for life and its on tonight Y'all n***as make money, money, money My n***as take money, money, money Bloodline, get down cuz I love mine I can put my life on the line at least one time Cats don't know nothing, but show frontin I'm a pump pump it up like Joe Budden Dark Man, bang your head with the walk man Tryna holla at shorty, you still tryna talk man Sometimes n***as is worse than the b**hes So I'm a holla at you, but first with the stitches Cats don't know who you f**ing with 'til you f**ing with X and you stuck in sh** [Hook] [Verse 2: Big Stan] Yo Grease I need this beat, no disrespect I just got some sh** I need to get off my chest Look around and I see the rap game is a mess So many chromes, now they getting me vexed Upset and insane in how the game gonna change sh** Sounding the same, and it's a ma f**ing shame While lames think they flow so sick, getting excited Yeah they got a sick flow, its called the "Young Hov Virus" BUT, let me fall back into character B got so hot, never been an amateur Ask the locals, Boy its Lo-Co Never Stop my flow, wanna go pro, you know Check the history, started with the R's Now I'm running with the line, four time, no mystery Dog, tryna position me to get in the door But since the door don't open wide enough, we rippin it off [Hook] [Verse 3: DMX] Dog, gonna be Dog, that's how I get down Step up, n***a, sit down, put your sh** down (AIGHT!!!) Clowns ain't even built for the circus, I'm about to pop this n***a (DOG, It ain't worth it) TAHHHH, yeah you right, soon as your man make it dead at night I'll be there, aight?? (then what??) Everything stops, money turns on the light, and Pa Pop Pop Pop!!! [Big Stan] None stop shots ringing out, cowards hit the ground I came to get down if you came to get down Blow the pound up, n***as wanna what with us Bloodline and the dog I trust, so for the dog I bust That thang, catch me while I'm up in the truck with that thang Dog get the word, it's a must that I bang And trust me, I'm gonna do my motherf**'n thang [Hook] Yeah! Come on man, ya n***as don't know what the f** this sh** is! Gutter {*repeat 4X*}