We 'bout To Blow Lyrics - Grand Champ - Dmx

Yea, come on 

Def Jam yea, come on 

Ruff Ryders yea, come on 

Def Jam yea, come on 

Ruff Ryders yea, come on 

Def Jam yea, come on 

Ruff Ryders yea, come on 

Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! 

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! 

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! 

Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know 

Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! 

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! 

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! 

Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know 

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I'm just gonna stick to the script 'cuz you know how that shit go 

Quick to the flip dog, kitten don't let go 

Get that shit yo, wrong or right me 

Dog for life and it's on tonight 

Y'all niggaz make money, money, money 

My niggaz take money, money, money 

Bloodline, get down 'cuz I love mine 

I can put my life on the line at least one time 

Cats don't know nothin', but show frontin' 

I'm a pump, pump it up like Joe Budden 

Dark Man, bang your head with the walk man 

Tryna holla at Shorty, you still tryna' talk, man 

Sometimes niggaz is worse than the bitches 

So I'm a holla at you, but first with the stitches 

Cats don't know who you fuckin' with 

Till you fuckin' with X and you stuck in shit 

Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! 

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! 

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! 

Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know 

Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! 

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! 

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! 

Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know 

Yo, Grease I need this beat, no disrespect 

I just got some shit I need to get off my chest 

Look around and I see the rap game is a mess 

So many chromes, now they gettin' me vexed 

Upset and insane in how the game gonna change shit 

Soundin' the same, and it's a ma fuckin' shame 

While lames think they flow so sick, gettin' excited 

Yeah they got a sick flow, its called the âE½Young Hoe VirusâE 

But, let me fall back into character 

B got so hot, never been an amateur 

Ask the locals, boy its Lo Co 

Never Stop my flow, wanna go pro, you know 

Check the history, started with the R's 

Now I'm runnin' with the line, four time, no mystery 

Dog, tryna position me to get in the door 

But since the door don't open wide enough, we rippin' it off 

Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! 

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! 

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! 

Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know 

Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! 

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! 

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! 

Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know 

Dog, gonna be dog, that's how I get down 

Step up, nigga, sit down, put your shit down 

Clowns ain't even built for the circus 

I'm about to pop this nigga, dog, it ain't worth it 

Tahhh, yea you right, soon as your man make 

It dead at night I'll be there, alight? Then what? 

Everything stops, money turns on the light 

And pa pop pop pop! 

None stop shots ringin' out, cowards hit the ground 

I came to get down if you came to get down 

Blow the pound up, niggaz wanna what with us 

Bloodline and the dog I trust, so for the dog I bust 

That thang, catch me while I'm up in the truck with that thang 

Dog get the word, it's a must that I bang 

And trust me, I'm gonna do my motherfuckin' thang 

Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! 

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! 

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! 

Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know 

Bloodline, we bout to blow, what! 

Ruff Ryders, we bout to blow, what! 

Vacant Lot, we bout to blow, what! 

Man, bitch ass niggaz just don't know 

Yeah! Come on man, ya niggaz don't know what the fuck this shit is 

Gutter, gutter, gutter, gutter