Bloodline - Songtexte 2

Hier sind noch mehr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

DMX-X gon give it to ya

Arf arf

Yeah, yeah, yeah (Grrrr)

Uh, Yeah don't get it twisted

This rap shit, is mine

Motherfucker, it's not, a fucking, game

Fuck what you heard

It's what you hearin

It's what you hearin (Listen)

[Verse 1]

X gon give it to ya

Fuck wait for you to get it on your own

X gon deliver to ya

Knock knock, open up the door, it's real

Wit the non-stop, pop pop and stainless steel

Go hard gettin busy wit it

But I got such a good heart

I'll make a motherfucker wonder if he did it

Damn right and I'll do it again

Cuz I am right so I gots to win

Break bread wit the enemy

But no matter how many cats I break bread wit

I'll break who you sendin me

You motherfucker never wanted nothin

But your life said, that's for the light day

I'm gettin down, down

Make it say freeze

But won't be the one endin up on his knees (Whoo)

Please, If the only thing you cats did is come out to play

Stay out my way, motherfucker

[Chorus: DMX]

First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL

Then we let it POP, DON'T LET IT GO

X gon give it to ya

He gon give it to ya

X gon give it to ya

He gon give it to ya

[Repeat Once]

[Verse 2]

Ain't never gave nothin to me

But everytime I turn around

Cats got they hands out wantin something from me

I ain't got it so you can't get it

Lets leave it at that cuz I ain't wit it

Hit it wit full strength

I'm a jail nigga

So I face the world like it's Earl in the bullpen

You against me, me against you

Whatever, whenever

What the fuck you gon do?

I'm a wolf in sheep clothing

Only nigga that you know that can chill

Come back and get the streets open

I've been doing this for nineteen years

Niggas wanna fight me? Fight these tears

I put in work and it's all for the kids

But these cats done forgot what work is (UH-HUH!)

They don't know who we be

Lookin! but they don't know who they see

[Chorus: DMX]

First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL

Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO

X gon give it to ya

He gon give it to ya

X gon give it to ya

He gon give it to ya

[Repeat Once]

[Verse 3]

Aiiyo where my niggaz at?!

I know I got them down in the game

Give em love and they give it back

Talk to much for to long

Don't give up your to strong (What?!)

A dog to bow bow hug it

Shoutout to niggaz that done it

And it ain't even about the dough

It's about gettin down for what you stand for yo

[Chorus: DMX]

First we gonna ROCK, Then we gonna ROLL

Then we let it POP, GO LET IT GO

X gon give it to ya

He gon give it to ya

X gon give it to ya

He gon give it to ya

[Repeat Twice]

DMX

Party Up

[DMX]

Uh.. UH! .. WHOO!

Chorus: DMX

Y'all gon' make me lose my mind

Up in here, up in here

Y'all gon' make me go all out

Up in here, up in here

Y'all gon' make me act a FOOL

Up in here, up in here

Y'all gon' make me lose my cool

Up in here, up in here

[DMX]

If I gotsta bring it to you cowards then it's gonna be quickaight

All your mens up in the jail before suck my dick

and all them other cats you run with, get done with, dumb quick

How the fuck you gonna cross the dog with some dumb shit? Aight

There go the gun click, nine one one shit

All over some dumb shit, ain't that some shit

Y'all niggaz remind me of a strip club, cause everytime

you come around, it's like (what) I just gotta get my dicksucked

And I don't know who the fuck you think you talkin to

but I'm not him, aight slim? So watch what you do

Or you gon' find yourself, buried next to someone else

and we all thought you loved yourself

But that couldn't have been the issue, or maybe

they just sayin that, now cause they miss you

Shit a nigga tried to diss you

That's why you layin on your back, lookin at the roof of thechurch

Preacher tellin the truth and it hurts

Chorus

[DMX]

Off the chain I leave niggaz soft in the brain

cause niggaz still want the fame, off the name

First of all, you ain't rapped long enough

to be fuckin with me and you, you ain't strong enough

So whatever it is you puffin on that got you think that youSuperman

I got the Kryptonite, should I smack him with my dick and themic?

Y'all niggaz is characters, not even good actors

What's gon' be the outcome? Hmm, let's add up all the factors

You wack, you're twisted, your girl's a hoe

You're broke, the kid ain't yours, and e'rybody know

Your old man say you stupid, you be like, "So?

I love my baby mother, I never let her go"

I'm tired of weak ass niggaz whinin over puss

that don't belong to them, fuck is wrong with them?

They fuck it up for real niggaz like my mans and them

who get it on on the strength of the hands with them, MAN

Chorus

[DMX]

I bring down rains so heavy it curse the head

No more talkin - put him in the dirt instead

You keep walkin - lest you tryin to end up red

Cause if I end up fed, y'all end up dead

Cause youse a soft type nigga

Fake up North type nigga

Puss like a soft white nigga

Dog is a dog, blood's thicker than water

We done been through the mud and we quicker to slaughter

The bigger the order, the more guns we brought out

We run up in there, e'rybody come out, don't nobody run out

Sun in to sun out, I'ma keep the gun out

Nigga runnin his mouth? I'ma blow his lung out

Listen, yo' ass is about to be missin

You know who gon' find you? (Who?) Some old man fishin

Grandma wishin your soul's at rest

but it's hard to digest with the size of the hole in your chest

Chorus

[DMX]

Hold up! ERRRRRRRR!

One.. two.. meet me outside

meet me outside, meet me outside

All my Ruff Ry-DERS gon' meet me outside

meet me outside, meet me outside

All my big ball-ERS gon' meet me outside

meet me outside, meet me outside

All my fly lad-IES gon' meet me outside

meet me outside, meet me outside

All my street street peoples meet me outside

meet me outside, outside motherfucker

X is got y'all bouncin again

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

Dark Man X got ya bouncin again

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

Swizz Beatz got y'all bouncin again

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again (Swizz Beatz)

Ruff Ryders got y'all bouncin again (DMX)

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

Dark Man keep you bouncin again

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

Dark Man keep you bouncin again

Bouncin again, bounce-bouncin again

All my streets they bouncin again

Bouncin again, we're bouncin again

Swizz Swizz Beatz we bouncin again

Bouncin again and we bouncin again

Double R keep it comin, ain't nuttin y'all

Ain't nuttin y'all can do, now.. {BOOM}

LIL' JON & THE EAST SIDE BOYZ LYRICS

"What You Gon' Do"

(feat. Lil Scrappy)

[Lil' Jon]

Yea

What...What

Check dis out right (Yea)

Lil' Jon and the motherfuking East Side Boyz

The Kings of Krunk

Back at you with some new shit

Now just because we went platinum and shit don't mean we gone change nigga

We the muthafuking Kings of Krunk and we gon' always keep this muthafucker krunk

Now let's talk about some more music

[Chorus]

If you roll up in the club and them niggas wanna fuck

When you step up to they face what they gon' do shit

If you roll up in the club and them hoes aren't acting up

When you step up to them hoes what they gon' do shit

What they gon' do shit [repeat 8 times]

[Lil' Jon]

Fuck nigga what's up,

Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that poppin' at the mouth gon' get you fucked up...

Fuck nigga what's up,

Hell nah you aint gon' fuck all that poppin' at the mouth gon' get you fucked up...

You don't came in the club wit yo muthafucking click...

We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches

You don't came in the club wit yo muthafucking click...

We don't give a fuck hoe, ya'll pussy like bitches

It's some East-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,

and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit

It's some West-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,

and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit

It's some North-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,

and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit

It's some South-side niggas and they keeping this bitch,

and they step the ass nigga that be talking that shit

[Chorus]

[Lil' Scrappy]

My brains is taking in too much pain

I'm bout to explode first and then take names

But its cool lil' shorty don't be so alarmed

I learned to bruise nigga without jabbing the arm

I don't play wit muthafuckers cause this shit be real

Make ya hold ya breath longer than a navy seal

And them hoes will leave yo ass dead in the path

Like the way you came nigga yo dick from yo ass

I break bones with my niggas

Fuck hoes with my niggas

How the fuck you think I feel bout deforming yo figure

It's a close casket

For them hating basket

Its some g's that's real and some messed up fagots

Who you talking to bitch?

What you gon' do trick?

When its obvious to see that you aint gon' do shit

Lil' Scrappy the Prince and I aint taking no chump

I'm a quiet krunk nigga and fuck being the punk

[Chorus]

[Bridge]

Yea... Yea... Yea

I'm looking round dis muthafuking club (What)

Them niggas still muthafuking looking over here and shit (looking over here and talking and shit)

Think we gonna get some muthafucking straightening in the muthafuker (Yea)

Dis what we gon' muthafuking do (What's up)

We gon' walk over to dis muthafucking niggas (Yea)

And talk to their ass like dis

Only bitches' talk shit (What)

Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit

Only bitches' talk shit (What)

Only bitches talk shit that's why we bustin' yo shit

We real niggas (what) ya'll hoes (ya'll hoes)