Niggaz Done Started Something Lyrics by DMX

Niggaz Done Started Something Lyrics

    f/ The Lox, Mase

    [Sheek]
    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 cheddar, so we can front up in the 850
    My whole commity 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 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, frontin in eclipsesis

    [Mase]
    Ayo, Mase and The Lox
    We takin 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 rack of 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 niggaz names on it
    Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug
    Have a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugs
    Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
    Any nigga wave a Tec at Mase, and, 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(x2):
    [Styles]
    If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
    [DMX]
    Niggaz done started somethin
    [Styles]
    You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
    [DMX]
    Niggaz done started somethin

    [Jadakiss]
    Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
    Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa
    Rica, sippin margaritas wit a mami
    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 Ramello'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 trial even if they not guilty

    [Styles]
    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 the finer 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 Nestle
    Any ya 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 before you bark

    Chorus

    [DMX]
    Don't came at me wit no bullshit, use caution
    Cause when I wet shit, I dead 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
    Cause 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
    [Sheek]
    What's that?
    [DMX]
    Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the fuckin streets
    cause 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
    cause 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 witchu
    And if you wit my man, then he gettin 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 wit the black shotty
    Bitch-ass 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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