J Buttah - Blackout lyrics

[Intro: Swizz Beatz] (You... should beware) Beitch! Joey time! I mean (You... should beware) Ay! [Hook: Swizz Beatz] My all black shiny with my all black Glock My all black hooptie, muh'f**er I won't stop Now any n***a in the way consider roadk** Any n***a in the way consider roadk** My all black shiny with my all black Glock My all black hooptie, muh'f**er I won't stop Now any n***a in the way consider roadk** Any n***a in the way consider roadk** Line 'em up! .. Point 'em out .. {*2X*} Now line 'em up! .. Point 'em out .. Line 'em up! .. Point 'em out, ayy! (You.. should beware) {*4X*} [Fat Joe] Aiyyo Cash this is hard right here n***a Hey yo the 9 got the muffler, shorty got the pump Jose I'm a hustler, watch a n***a dump Bronx on my back, n***a I'm an icon King of the streets, who you think keep them lights on? Get some much China n***as thinkin I be Asian Have a n***a tied up like the preacher in his basement You PC n***as can't come to the yard Joker face n***as; leave 'em permanently scarred Got the top off gon' be a hot summer And the goons with me case you n***as on the come up This is not the best of T.S., it's just a preview Hard to keep it humble when everybody's beneath you You are now rockin with one live n***a AIDS with the flow yes I'm ten times sicker Line 'em up .. or point 'em out .. Call Opie Megatron, time to air 'em out muh'f**er~! [Hook] [Rob Cash] Ha, hahaha What they gon' do now Coke? Beware n***a Any n***a in my way consider roadk** (k**) Shotty shells as long as the feet of O'Neal's Hey Krillz give me the word his cap's gettin peeled I hope baby boy got some stacks in his will You know Cash was lettin it clap before the rap deal I lay somethin flat for a sack and a good meal All I need is some weed, 'gnac and a good pill I be layin in ya lobby, pop ya with blue steel On the low like a Navy Seal, playboy I'm crazy real You gon' need Paul Wall when I flame ya grill Where I'm from in the slums, we keep it trill Plus make it rain on your brain like a fire drill They can't stop me, co*k me back then refill For some cheese beat his knees like Grant Hill's That's what happen when you slackin and don't pay bills We get it crackin in Manhattan, don't test my sk**s [Hook] (You... should beware)