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DMX – “Hood Blues” [Audio, Lyrics]

DMX - Hood Blues (ft. Griselda, Benny the Butcher, Conway the Machine & Westside Gunn) (prod. Avenue Beatz & Swizz Beatz)

Here’s to the “Hood Blues” posthumous release by DMX, featuring Griselda acts, Benny the Butcher, Conway the Machine & Westside Gunn, produced by Avenue Beatz & Swizz Beatz. Listen, stream, buy, read the lyrics, mp3 download the song.

Dmx Hood Blues
Dmx Hood Blues

DMX’s upcoming Exodus is dropping Friday, and today marks the arrival of the long-awaited Griselda collaboration “Hood Blues.” Featuring lengthy verses from Westside Gunn, Benny The Butcher, and Conway The Machine, the lyrically-driven posse cut captures the grimy and raw energy previously seen on It’s Dark And Hell Is Hot.

Clocking in at four and a half minutes, “Hood Blues” provides ample space for each emcee to hold it down. Given that this one was recorded prior to X’s tragic passing, it’s all the more rewarding to see the chemistry unfolding as the track progresses. Following up Westside, Benny, and Machine, X holds it down with the closing statement. “I grew up with the dark side, apartheid, where going against the grain would get you kidnapped and hog-tied,” he growls, his intimidating presence emphasized by his signature growls. “X the illest ni*ga, realest ni*ga /never been scared, I’m a fearless nig*a.”

DMX – Hood Blues (ft. Griselda, Benny the Butcher, Conway the Machine & Westside Gunn) (prod. Avenue Beatz & Swizz Beatz)

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Lyrics

[Intro: DMX & Westside Gunn]
Rrr, come on, brr
What? What?
Brr
Ayo, ayo (Rr)

[Verse 1: Westside Gunn, DMX & Benny the Butcher]
I’m in the hood (Ah), eighty K house, million dollar neck (Uh-huh, ah)
Shot off two hundred rounds, niggas know where we at (Brr, brr, yeah)
My coke be the best, talk no steps (Uh-huh, ah)
Headshot took off, soulless (Boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boo-boom)
Margiela kicks, Margiela sweats
I’m on the yard doin’ burpees, me, Drop and Fresh (Ah)
My shooter layin’ low, he got a new body (Boo-boo-boo-boom, Uh, uh, uh, uh)
I pray to Tesla X, you need a new body (Skrrt)
Fifty K, got my bitch a new body (Ah)
You internet niggas, y’all punani (Rrr, ah)
The Ace of Spades sipper, yay dealer
Pray five times a day, get on the wave, nigga (Ayy, ayy, ah)
Baddest bitch you ever seen doin’ my braids, nigga (Rrr)
The Tech echo like it got delays, nigga (Damn)
Your shit ain’t shit, get out the way, nigga (Uh huh)
New Yeezys, only me and Ye with ’em (Yeah, ah)
Pay attention (Uh), four on the baby come back then leave seven (Uh, uh)
Guarantee into the rec’ yard, I got the weapon (Ow, ah)
The Butcher comin’, nigga (Come on)

[Verse 2: Benny The Butcher & DMX]
Yo, uh
You know how I rock, six figures off Zaza (Uh-huh)
Come and spend at my shop (Uh-huh), I turn your hood to a hotspot (Uh-huh)
Every game I feel like I’m Dame without a stopwatch (Uh-huh)
Shootin’ before the shot clock, Griselda got the top spot (Oh)
Locked down like a pawn shop, nigga (Yeah), I’m thinkin’, “Why not?” (Uh-huh)
I gave my life to the game, but what do I got?
Father these niggas, how? I don’t even know my pops (Ayy, ayy, ayy)
This flip phone that I got don’t connect to the WiFi
Uh-huh, this new foreign shit with the wood on the door (Rrr)
Got me beefin’ with some niggas I could’ve put on (Rrr, that’s fucked up)
They make up lies and put ’em in songs (They do, yeah)
I pull up to lots, cop, and down the block hear me pull in the yard (Skrrt)
Yeah, prayin’ with my dirty hands (With my dirty hands)
I did dirt and scam, I’m askin’ God “Do I deserve these bands?” (Do I deserve these bands?)
And we from murder land, eastside shit
Jeans PURPLE BRAND (Ah), ridin’ in the GLE, the turtle van (Talk to ’em, ah)

[Verse 3: Conway The Machine]
Ah, look, you throwin’ shots you better be precise (Uh-huh)
If I only squeeze it twice, that’s me bein’ polite (Okay)
We was in the trenches, nigga, four chicken wings and rice (Yeah)
The shooter fourteen, (yeah) can’t read or write when he gon’ squeeze his pipe (What?)
We was tryna sell a key a night
‘Cause Nas said a G at night wasn’t good enough, and he was right (Talk to ’em)
They mad I’m rich, the same niggas that wouldn’t see my plight
The Nets playin’, I’m ridin’ to the game with KD tonight, yeah
Machine bitch, every beat I body (Ah)
My nigga on his way home, he just beat a body
Every time I leave the house, I got the steamer by me (I got it on me)
My jacket a one of none, you never seen it probably (Woo)
I took some cheddar out the vault to pay the lawyer for my man
Weapon possession and felony assault (You good nigga) (What?)
Whippin’ up at Unc house, he keep the resi’ off the fork (Keep that)
I’m Kyrie hittin’ niggas with the hezy on the court, look (Woo)
I reached the point niggas never would’ve thought
‘Cause every time I drop somethin’ I don’t never get support
FN MAG, shots severin’ your corpse
You never could extort me, my heart cold as February 4th (Talk to ’em)
They hate to see me win, I’m not surprised
Nigga, I’m fuckin the bitches them bum bitches you fucks idolize
I’m in Harlem at Lighthouse eatin’ lobster fries
Vee & Shooter with me, I got mobster ties
Machine (What?)

[Verse 4: DMX]
I grew up at the dark side, apartheid
Where goin’ against the grain’ll get you kidnapped and hogtied (What?)
X the illest nigga, realest nigga
Never been scared, I’m a fearless nigga (Come on)
Got that cannon that’ll remove your head and shoulders
Cats that play in the street get ran over
I’ma make you hand over everything you got
I’m not the average motherfucker
Do damage ’cause I’m a savage
Sometimes I can’t manage all the shit in my attic
I was promised the world but I got the dirt instead
It’s just life, I was bred to shed blood
For all my niggas that know me “Fuck you, nigga, what?”
Built for war, raw, this .44 will hit you through the door
You exist no more
I done punk’d more niggas than Ashton Kutcher
It’s Westside, Conway, X, Benny the Butcher, nigga

[Outro: DMX]
Get like you lay, nigga
Get how you fuckin’ lay, nigga
You know what the fuck it is
You know what the fuck it is, nigga
I ain’t fifty years old for nothing, aight?
I’m not fifty years old for nothing (We active, nigga, we active)
Wish a nigga would
And I wish a nigga would

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