[DMX] 
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood 
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood 
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood 
All of my niggas get down like wha 
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood 
All of my niggas get down like wha 

My dogs is dogs with official bloodline 
I say stop being greedy, get a plate if you want mine 
Why them niggas always force you to take it back to the streets 
Can I at least go one year without spitting the heat  [bad word] think you sweat till your chest gets messed up 
Two days later he's dressed up, let him rest up 
He ain't going nowhere, no time soon 
Remember high noon, last thing he heard was BOOM 
Can I gets some room, or do I have to make me a path 
break you in half, fake niggas make me laugh 
Yall niggas is funny, still talking about money 
And ain't got none, get the shotgun cause you hungry 
It's about to get ugly when the lights is out 
One, two, three, Hooo, that's three strikes, you're out 
His ninth was out, I think they found it filling his head 
He in the bag, and I'm over here killing his men 

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood 
All of my niggas get down like wha 
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood 
All of my niggas get down like wha 
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood 
All of my niggas get down like wha 
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood 
All of my niggas get down like wha 

I no longer see the shadows that once kept me strong 
And I'm starting to get that same feeling that kept me raw 
Can't afford to [bad word] niggas, cause niggas lust figures 
Plus niggas scared to bust [bad word] niggas 
Doing it with the heat, and ain't killing nothing but time  [bad word] with the streets you ain't feeling nothing but mine 
Tired of hearing niggas rhyme and don't say [bad word]  [bad word] is on a niggas mind, why don't they quit 
Sucking my [bad word]  looking for something new 
Let you man hold something, with your whole something crew 
You know how niggas do, we don't forget [bad word] 
If you were there when it's thin, then you there when it's thick 
No hitchhikers, [bad word] that, the ride was rough 
And if you a [bad word] that was with us, then that was rough 
lot of niggas that is with us, ain't cried enough 
So now when [bad word] and get us we fires them up 

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood 
All of my niggas get down like wha 
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood 
All of my niggas get down like wha 
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood 
All of my niggas get down like wha 
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood 
All of my niggas get down like wha 
 [bad word]  thought that the X would stop 
But I got niggas like 'Yo, who's the next to drop' 
From his camp get the stamp, the grand champ, it's official 
Think when you die, how many's gonna miss you 
Lean over in your casket and kiss you 
Send you on your way with a blessing 
And pray that another learned a lesson 
Smith and Wesson ended moneys life, now moneys wife's a widow 
'Gave it to him full blast', nah dog just a little 
Besides rap, I don't talk, but make plenty of moves 
I'll murder ten of you fools, before your ready to choose 
You either win or you lose, and I 'luh' to win 
Even if it means I got to shed blood again 
Keep a bank account doubling but don't hate me 
Really thought that's what you said, would either make me or break me 
No, and it don't take me long to write 
Matter of fact I think I'll drop another song tonight [bad word] on! 

Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood 
All of my niggas get down like wha 
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood 
All of my niggas get down like wha 
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood 
All of my niggas get down like wha 
Flesh of My Flesh, Blood of My Blood 
All of my niggas get down like wha