歌手:DMX
专辑:《Flesh Of My Flesh, Blood Of My Blood》

作词 : Dean, Simmons
作曲 : Kaseem Dean & DMX
[00:00]Flesh of my flesh, Blood of my blood
[00:04]FLESH OF MY FLESH, BLOOD OF MY BLOOOOOOD!!!
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my ****** get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my ****** get down like what
My dogs is dogs with official blood line
I say stop bein' greedy get a plate an' you want mine
Why do them ****** always force you to take it back to the streets,
Can I at least go one year without spittin the heat?
Mutha ****** think you sweet 'till you get your chest messed up
Two days later you dressed up - let em rest up
He ain't goin' no where, no time soon
Remember how I knew him? last thing he heard was boom!
And I get some room until I gots ta make me a path
Break you in half - fake ****** make me laugh
Y'all ****** is funny, still talkin' bout money

It's about to get ugly when the lights is out

His knife was out - I think they found it still in his head

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my ****** get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my ****** get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my ****** get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my ****** get down like what
I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong
And I'm startin' to get that same feelin' that kept me wrong
I can't afford to trust ******, cuss ******, lust figures

Doin' with the heat and they killin nuttin but time





You know how ****** do: We don't forget ****





Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my ****** get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my ****** get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my ****** get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my ****** get down like what
Mutha ... ***** thought that the X would stop
When I got ****** like "Yo, who's the next to drop?"
From his camp get the stamp, the grand champ, it's official


Set you on your way with a blessin'
And pray that another learned a lesson

(Give to 'em full blast?) Nah dog, just a little
Beside rap I don't talk but make plenty of moves
I'll murder ten of you fools before you ready to choose
Either win or you lose - and I love to win

Keep the bank account doubling, but don't hate me

Knowin' it don't take me - long to write

Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my ****** get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my ****** get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my ****** get down like what
Flesh of my flesh, blood of my blood
All my ****** get down like what