Lyric Niggaz Done Started Something
[Featuring The Lox Mase]
(verse 1 Sheek)
A yo let s get papers
And pop Mo wit hos
Up in skyscrapers and condominiums
Overlooking our drug capers
New York City
The only way to play is gritty
I want cheddar so we could front
Up in a 850
My whole committee like to puff Ls
And look jiggy
Who wan test this?
My semi leave you chestless
And aint shit that you can say to me
When you be breathless
Young but I done did
Shit that you won t do
So go head wit that bullshit
You blabber bout goin through
I got niggaz who pump
On yo block and in yo spot
Who ll sit next to you
Protectin you, but they ll murder you player
Don status, nigga we gettin chipsusses
And bad bitchesses
Frontin in eclipsesses
(verse 2--Ma$e)
Yo, Ma$e and The Lox
Be takin knots
>From the out o state spots
Any nigga make it hot
Get found in a vacant lot
You don t really wanna come try
The one guy, who stay dumb high
>From blunt la
Practicing seeing 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 ya gang want it
My A-K slay gays, spray strays
Wit niggaz names on it
Often I bug then bust off on a thug
Have a chump coughin blood
Fill his coffin wit slugs
Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
Any nigga wave a tek at Mason
Have a explanation
You bring it through and I m undoin em
Then I m beatin em down wit aluminium
Then I m putin 2 in em
You can t touch me I been devil sent
Wanted for embezelment
A lot of other things
But that s irrelevant
Chorus:
If you love the money
Then prepare to die for it
Niggaz done started somethin
You can lay in the flames
Or hug the sky for it
Niggaz done started somethin
(verse 3--Jay)
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 is for the listeners and prisoners
And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us
My 16s be so real you can feel em in yo vein
Like Remelos Pops from Sugar Hill
Jay be the cause for the kiss at yo wake
Cartel lips spittin clips at yo face
We started from the bottom
You ll see fed niggaz pardon
Whatever, we can do it at The Garden
Word life, this shit is real B
I m makin niggaz blow proud
Even if they not guilty
(verse 4--Styles)
I want a palace for my thugs
Wit oriental rugs
Green backs and drugs
Get whacked for the love
20 niggaz batter me
Still couldn t shatter me
I m only gettin up
Splittin up yo anatomy
Official Lok family
Grants niggaz handin me
I want the finer things
And I hope you understandin me
Sitin at the table planin
Plug the fan in
Let the sweat dry off
And then grab the cannon
Think the smartest
And retaliate the hardest, regardless
If you a thug or a rap artist
Respect me like Pesci
And if rap was hockey I d be Gretsky
Puffin nestle
And yall niggaz done started somethin
Actin invincible like you God or 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 befor you bark
Chorus
(verse 5--DMX)
Don t come at me wit no bullshit
Use caution
Cuz when I wet shit I deck shit
Like abortions
For bigger portions
Of extortion and raketeering
Got niggaz fearin
Fuck what you heard
It s what you hearin
How much darker must it get?
How much harder must it hit?
See if yo hardest niggaz flip
When I start a bunch o shit
I like pussy, but not up in my face
So give me 3 feet
Cuz when we creep no more than 3 deep
Niggaz see sheep
Bloodhounds found yo shit
Buried in the mud
Follow wit traces of gunpowder residue
And blood
A positive I.D. 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
And I m a hard-headed nigga that wouldn t listen
So you got what you came for (what s that?)
Surgery, wit the chainsaw
I hit the fuckin streets cuz like I said before
Aint nothin goin down until I eat
Muh fuckas think it s all about impressin bitches
And stressin bitches
While I m testin bitches game
Undressin bitches and caressin bitches
And dealin wit muh fuckas on all levels
What I m dealin wit is all devils
Fuckin wit snakes
Runnin wit niggaz you call rebels
I got a army o 7:30 niggas, dirty niggaz
They 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 o mine
Yo man was talkin shit until I pulled the 9
And if I don t know you I don t fuck wit you
And if you wit my man then he gettin stuck wit you
And gave it to Money
Cuz I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest then I tossed the 9
Boss o crime, black Gotti
I stack bodies with the black shottie
Bitch ass niggaz that act snotty
Get it
(These niggaz is for real)
(These niggaz aint playin )
This aint no fuckin game
You think we playin
Ruff Ryders
Grrrrrrrrrrrr
(verse 1 Sheek)
A yo let s get papers
And pop Mo wit hos
Up in skyscrapers and condominiums
Overlooking our drug capers
New York City
The only way to play is gritty
I want cheddar so we could front
Up in a 850
My whole committee like to puff Ls
And look jiggy
Who wan test this?
My semi leave you chestless
And aint shit that you can say to me
When you be breathless
Young but I done did
Shit that you won t do
So go head wit that bullshit
You blabber bout goin through
I got niggaz who pump
On yo block and in yo spot
Who ll sit next to you
Protectin you, but they ll murder you player
Don status, nigga we gettin chipsusses
And bad bitchesses
Frontin in eclipsesses
(verse 2--Ma$e)
Yo, Ma$e and The Lox
Be takin knots
>From the out o state spots
Any nigga make it hot
Get found in a vacant lot
You don t really wanna come try
The one guy, who stay dumb high
>From blunt la
Practicing seeing 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 ya gang want it
My A-K slay gays, spray strays
Wit niggaz names on it
Often I bug then bust off on a thug
Have a chump coughin blood
Fill his coffin wit slugs
Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
Any nigga wave a tek at Mason
Have a explanation
You bring it through and I m undoin em
Then I m beatin em down wit aluminium
Then I m putin 2 in em
You can t touch me I been devil sent
Wanted for embezelment
A lot of other things
But that s irrelevant
Chorus:
If you love the money
Then prepare to die for it
Niggaz done started somethin
You can lay in the flames
Or hug the sky for it
Niggaz done started somethin
(verse 3--Jay)
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 is for the listeners and prisoners
And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us
My 16s be so real you can feel em in yo vein
Like Remelos Pops from Sugar Hill
Jay be the cause for the kiss at yo wake
Cartel lips spittin clips at yo face
We started from the bottom
You ll see fed niggaz pardon
Whatever, we can do it at The Garden
Word life, this shit is real B
I m makin niggaz blow proud
Even if they not guilty
(verse 4--Styles)
I want a palace for my thugs
Wit oriental rugs
Green backs and drugs
Get whacked for the love
20 niggaz batter me
Still couldn t shatter me
I m only gettin up
Splittin up yo anatomy
Official Lok family
Grants niggaz handin me
I want the finer things
And I hope you understandin me
Sitin at the table planin
Plug the fan in
Let the sweat dry off
And then grab the cannon
Think the smartest
And retaliate the hardest, regardless
If you a thug or a rap artist
Respect me like Pesci
And if rap was hockey I d be Gretsky
Puffin nestle
And yall niggaz done started somethin
Actin invincible like you God or 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 befor you bark
Chorus
(verse 5--DMX)
Don t come at me wit no bullshit
Use caution
Cuz when I wet shit I deck shit
Like abortions
For bigger portions
Of extortion and raketeering
Got niggaz fearin
Fuck what you heard
It s what you hearin
How much darker must it get?
How much harder must it hit?
See if yo hardest niggaz flip
When I start a bunch o shit
I like pussy, but not up in my face
So give me 3 feet
Cuz when we creep no more than 3 deep
Niggaz see sheep
Bloodhounds found yo shit
Buried in the mud
Follow wit traces of gunpowder residue
And blood
A positive I.D. 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
And I m a hard-headed nigga that wouldn t listen
So you got what you came for (what s that?)
Surgery, wit the chainsaw
I hit the fuckin streets cuz like I said before
Aint nothin goin down until I eat
Muh fuckas think it s all about impressin bitches
And stressin bitches
While I m testin bitches game
Undressin bitches and caressin bitches
And dealin wit muh fuckas on all levels
What I m dealin wit is all devils
Fuckin wit snakes
Runnin wit niggaz you call rebels
I got a army o 7:30 niggas, dirty niggaz
They 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 o mine
Yo man was talkin shit until I pulled the 9
And if I don t know you I don t fuck wit you
And if you wit my man then he gettin stuck wit you
And gave it to Money
Cuz I just lost my mind when he crossed the line
Sent his back through his chest then I tossed the 9
Boss o crime, black Gotti
I stack bodies with the black shottie
Bitch ass niggaz that act snotty
Get it
(These niggaz is for real)
(These niggaz aint playin )
This aint no fuckin game
You think we playin
Ruff Ryders
Grrrrrrrrrrrr
