Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood, artist - DMX. Date of issue: 21.12.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: DEF JAM, RAL
Song language: English
Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood |
| He’s still right here shorty, told you I got you |
| Like the way I scooped you when them faggot niggaz shot you? |
| I’ma hold you down, and I mean that, for real |
| But everytime you beef with a nigga, I end up havin to kill |
| It ain’t like that, and hey, forget about them two kids |
| Bout to get a deal, and it’s as nice as you is Oh you think?! |
| Nah, I’m just playin, whassup? |
| Got some new bitches, I know you tryin to fuck |
| Not really |
| What? |
| I ain’t your man no more? |
| Just because a nigga, don’t need a hand no more? |
| You know how we do, if one goes soft |
| We all take the pussy and go up in her raw |
| It’s like now, where you goin, I ain’t tryin to take it Fuckin with a nigga like you, I won’t make it It’ll be what it is Yo, you in for the night? |
| I’m bout to take it to the crib |
| You get home aight? |
| Chorus: Marilyn Manson (repeat 2X) |
| The snake (snake), the rat (rat) |
| The cat and the dog |
| How you gonna live |
| when you’re in the fog? |
| Yo. |
| I ain’t fuckin with this nigga no more, word to my mother |
| Fuck it, so you know I’m for sure, word to my brother |
| It’s like he’s gotten worse than before, somehow I wonder |
| what type of dirt this nigga got in store for me to get under? |
| Then I get the call, yo! |
| Police just killed your cousin, underneath the projects |
| Don’t get vexed, niggaz’ll pay, 'member I got you |
| Told you I got you -- yo, I GOT YOU |
| I’m in a catch twenty-two, but them niggaz got to pay |
| But I know he gon’be askin for a favor one day |
| But fuck it, I ain’t got no choice in the matter |
| Them faggots killed my peoples, and I wanna see em splattered! |
| That’s what I’m talkin bout, we ain’t on no kid shit |
| And I’ma use the same gun that you killed them two kids with |
| Is that hard to live with? |
| Nah |
| See, you still a playa |
| But what you want from me? |
| Ahh. |
| I’ll tell you later |
| Shit is all over the news, bomb goes off in Central |
| What the fuck have I gotten myself into? |
| The mental, is like, Get the fuck outta there! |
| I’m out |
| Hey. |
| goin somewhere? |
| Nah |
| What the bag for? |
| Fuck it, what you want? |
| Can your nigga come inside, for a minute, and puff a blunt? |
| Here we go again |
| After what I just gave you |
| Wasn’t actin like that, when you asked for that favor? |
| Yo, I ain’t ask you for shit! |
| Oh yes you did |
| When you really needed somethin, and you allowed me to give |
| You sold me your soul when you didn’t say no Just let a nigga go, and GIMME WHAT YOU OWE |
| Fuck was you thinkin? |
| Ain’t SHIT for free! |
| Ain’t a motherfucker you know, can defeat me Forgive me Father, for I have sinned |
| And with your help, I know, the Devil won’t win |
| Kill kill kill. |
| kill kill kill. |
| Take you all on our way to hell |
| Kill kill kill. |
| kill kill kill. |
| We’re gon'. |
| do do it, do it well |
| Kill kill kill. |
| kill kill kill. |
| Take you all on our way to hell |
| Kill kill kill. |
| kill kill kill. |
| We don’t want to do it, we do it well |
| This is Marilyn Manson, DMX, Ruff Ryders |
| This is Marilyn Manson, DMX, Ruff Ryders, Swizz Beatz |
| DMX Ruff Ryders Swizz Beatz Ruff Ryders Swizz Beatz. |