Blackout
zwieR.Z. Lyrics

Jay
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 matchin' bandana
38-snub, blue steel with no hammer
And I see y'all niggas tryin' to 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 writin' the mean, lightin' 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 the label
'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
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 30 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

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 warnin', if you alive in the mornin', 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 pop's 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
I rock a waist-length mink, do-rag under my fitted
And I don't even want waves, Timbs be halfway new
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?

Ayo, catch me with a .38 box of shells
In a ninety-eight Lincoln eatin' 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 BIG
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 goin' legit
You hold your nine if you holdin' 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, are y'all niggas eager to die?
I tell all my niggas ride, you won't leave with a dime
Motherfucker

Yeah, yeah
I'm a monster, I sleep whole winters, wake up and spit summers
Ghetto nigga, puttin' up Will Smith numbers
Surrounded by sixes and Hummers, bitches among us
Tryin' 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 (uh), see the digits unlisted (yeah)
The beeper done changed, you dead bitch, the reaper done came
I suggest niggas stop speakin' my name
'Cause trust me, y'all can still feel the heat in the rain
I keep creepin', streets keep watchin', I keep poppin'
Niggas is hot heads and the bullets is heat-seekin'
Jay flow for pesos, chase hoes, not
I just circle 'round the block in a drop
Tell them jump through the top (uh-huh)
Where the sun roof used to be
I could see y'all not used to me
Nigga flows like none other, I'm the meanest
Toughest Don Dada, the gun butt ya
You the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya
I'm the type that get excited, when the gun touch ya, motherfuckers
Y'all niggas 'bout to witness a dynasty like no other

Grr
I'm headed nowhere fast
Run in the place (uh), gat in my waist
Niggas wanted a taste, but wouldn't come to my face (uh)
So what that mean? You cats is playin' games again
So now what I do? Start namin' names again (what?)
All you motherfuckers know that I speak from the heart (uh)
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've forgotten about
That'll get you shot in your mouth (arf, arf)
Got my dogs covered (uh)
Plus it's all gravy like chicken when it's smothered (what?)
It's dark and I love it (uh)




Get him, boy, let him loose (come on)
You want it with the dog or the gun? Let him choose (come on)