DMX — Niggaz Done Started Something

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch] Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers New York City, know only way to play is gritty I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850 My whole committee like to puff L's and look jiggy Who wan' test this? My semi 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 So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin' through I got niggas who pump on yo' block and in your spot Who sit next to you? Protectin' you? But they'll murder you, playa Don status, nigga we gettin chipsesis And bad bitchsesis, fronting, fronting in eclipsesis [Verse 2: Ma$e] Ayo, Ma$e and The LOX We taking knots 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 Rikers, Sing Sing alumni Who got more beef than a Islamic farm So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs It's not a nigga in your gang want it My AK slay gays, spray strays wit niggas' names on it Often I bug, then bust off on a thug Have a chump coughing blood, fill his coffin with slugs Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any nigga wave a TEC at Mason, have a explanation You bring your crew and 'em and I'm doing 'em Then I'm beating 'em down with aluminum Then I'm putting two in 'em You can't touch me, I've been devil sent, wanted for embezzlement A lot of other things, but that's irrelevant [Chorus: Styles P & DMX] If you love the money, then prepare to die for it Niggas done started something You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it Niggas done started something If you love the money, then prepare to die for it Niggas done started something You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it Niggas done started something [Verse 3: Jadakiss] Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa Rica, sipping margaritas with a mami Cleaning my Tommy, showing love to my army Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill 'em Yeah I hear niggas, but I still don't feel 'em And this for the listeners, and prisoners And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissing us My 16's be so real You can feel 'em in your vein Like Ramello's pops from Sugar Hill J be the cause for the kiss at your wake Cartel lips, spitting clips at your face We started from the bottom, you'll see beg niggas' pardon Whatever, we can do it at the Garden Word life, this shit is real, B I'm making niggas blow trial even if they not guilty [Verse 4: Styles P] I want a palace for my thugs, with oriental rugs Green bags from drugs, get whacked for the love Twenty niggas batter me, still couldn't shatter me I'm only getting up, splitting up your anatomy Official LOX family, grants niggas handing me I want the finer things, and I hope you understanding me Sitting at the table, planning and plug the fan in Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon Think you're smartest, and retaliate the hardest Regardless, if you're a thug or a rap artist Respect me like Pesci And if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, puffing Nestle And y'all niggas done starting something Acting invincible like you God or something If you God, then I'ma make salat 'til you rot And if you a playa, then play for everything you got And if you a thug, then start busting off shots And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark [Chorus: Styles P & DMX] If you love the money, then prepare to die for it Niggas done started something You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it Niggas done started something [Verse 5: DMX] Don't come at me with no bullshit, use caution 'Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions For bigger portions, of extortion and racketeering Got niggas fearing, fuck whatchu heard, this what you hearing How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit See if your hardest niggas flip, when I start a bunch of shit I like pussy, but not up in my face, so give me 3 feet 'Cause when we creep, no more than 3 deep, niggas 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 putting on that tag on your toe Now who gon' tell your mother, her baby's under a cover In the morgue, stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs? Another hardheaded nigga that wouldn't listen So you got what you came for (What's that?) Surgery with the chainsaw I hit the fucking streets 'Cause, like I said before, ain't nothing going down until I eat Muh'fuckers think it's all about impressing bitches and stressing bitches Well, I'm testing bitches game, undressing bitches, and caressing bitches And dealing with muhfuckers on all levels, what I'm dealing with is all devils Fucking with snakes running with niggas you call rebels I got an army of 730 niggas, dirty niggas That come through and worry niggas 30 niggas that like to bury niggas And scary niggas get it all the time 'Cause what they got is all of mine, your man was talking shit until I pulled the nine And if I don't know you, I don't fuck witchu And if you with my man, then he getting stuck witchu And gave it the money, 'cause 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 with the black shottie Bitch-ass niggas that act snotty Get it [Outro: Interviewer & DMX] These niggas is for real These niggas ain't playing This ain't no fucking game She think we playing? 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