19.Niggaz Done Started Something
Vocal：Dmx／Sheek Of The Lox／Mase
Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop Mo' with holes up in
skyscrapers
In condiminiums, overlooking our drug capers
New York City, know only way to play is gritty
I want chedder, so we can front up in the 850
My whole commity like to puff L's and look jiggy
Who wan' test this？ My 窺immy？ leave you chestless
And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless
Young, but I done did shit that you won't do
Sick of head with the bullshit you blab about goin' through
I got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot
Who sit next to you？ Protectin' you？
But they'll murder you, playa
Don status, nigga we gettin' chipsesis
And bad bitchsesis, frontin', ya get clipsesis
Mase and The Lox
We take a notch from the out of state spots
Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot
You don't really wanna come try, the one guy
Who stay dumb high from blunt lye
The rack of sing-sing alumni
Who got more beef than a Islamic farm
So I pack enough sonic arms to nuetrilize atomic bombs
It's not a nigga in your gang want it
My AK late gaze brace, trace niggaz names on it
Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug
Have a chump call from blood, fill his coffin with slugs
Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
Any nigga wave a Tec at Mase an' have a explanation
You bring your crew and 'em and I'm doin' 'em
Then I'm beatin' 'em down with aluminum
Then I'm puttin' two in 'em
You can't touch me, I've been double sent, wanted for
embezzlement
A lot of other things, but that's irrelavent
(Chorus)：
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
Niggaz done started some
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
Niggaz done started some
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
Niggaz done started some
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
Niggaz done started some
Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa
Rica, sippin' margaritas wit' a mommy
Cleanin' my Tommy, showin' love to my army
Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill 'em
Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still don't feel 'em
And this for the listeners, and prisoners
And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin' us
My 16's be so real, you can feel 'em in your vain
Like 燎amello's？ pops from Sugarhill
J be the cause for the kiss at your wake
Cartel lips, spittin' clips at your face
We started from the bottom
You'll see bad niggaz pardon, whatever
We can do it at the Garden
Word life, this shit is real big
I'm makin' niggaz blow ？ even if they not guilty
I want a palace for my thugs, wit' oriental rugs
Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love
Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldn't shatter me
I'm only gettin' up, splittin' up your anatomy
Official lock family, grants niggaz handin' me
I want to find the things, and I hope you understandin' me
Sittin' at the table, plannin' and plug the fan in
Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon
Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless
If you a thug or a rap artist
Respect me like Pesci, and if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky,
puffin' ？
Any ya niggaz done started somethin'
Actin' invincible like you guardin' somethin'
If you god, then I'ma makes a lot 'til you rot
And if you a playa, then play for everything you got
And if you a thug, then start bustin' off shots
And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark
(Repeat Chorus)
Don't came at me wit' no bullshit, use caution
'Cuz when I wet shit, I debt shit, like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
Got niggaz fearin', fuck whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin'
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
See if your hardest niggaz flip, when I start a bunch of shit
I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
'Cuz when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud
Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood
A positive ID is impossible
So you know, John Doe is what they
gon' be puttin' on that tag on yo' toe
Now who gon' tell yo' mother, her baby's under a cover in the
morgue
Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen
so you got whatchu came for
What's that？
Surgery wit' the chainsaw
Grrrrr, I hit the fuckin' streets 'cuz like I said before ain't
nothin'
goin' down until I eat
Mu'fuckers think it's all about
impressin' bitches and stressin' bitches
Well, I'm testin' bitches game
adressin' bitches, and caressin' bitches
And dealin' wit' mu'fuckers on all levels
What I'm dealin' wit' is all devils, fuckin' with snakes
Runnin' wit' niggaz you call rebels
I got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz
that come through and worry niggaz
30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz
And scary niggaz get it all the time
cuz what they got is all of mine
Your man was talkin' shit until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't fuck wit'chu
And if you wit' my man, then he gettin' stuck wit'chu
and gave it the money
'Cuz I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest
then I tossed the nine, boss of crime
Black Gotti, I stack bodies wit' the black shotty
pa-dass niggaz who act snotty
Get it
These niggaz is for real
These niggaz ain't playin'
This ain't no fuckin' game
You think we playin'？
Ruff Ryders
Grrrrrr.
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