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