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Dire Straits

Niggaz Done Started Something

  classic rock  rock  80s  blues  guitar
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[sheek]Yo, ayo lets get papers and pop mo with holes up in skyscrapersIn condiminiums, overlooking our drug capersNew york city, know only way to play is grittyI want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850My whole commity like to puff ls and look jiggyWho wan test this? my semi leave you chestlessAnd aint shit that you can say to me when you be breathlessYoung, but I done did shit that you wont doSo go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin throughI got niggaz who pump on yo block and in yo spotWho sit next to you? protectin you? But theyll murder you, playaDon status, nigga we gettin chipsesisAnd bad bitchsesis, frontin, frontin in eclipsesis[mase]Ayo, mase and the loxWe takin knots from the out of state spotsAny nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lotYou dont really wanna come try, the one guyWho stay dumb high from blunt lyeThe rack of sing-sing alumniWho got more beef than a islamic farmSo I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombsIts not a nigga in your gang want itMy ak slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on itOften I bug, then well soften a thugHave a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugsYo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nationAny nigga wave a tec at mase, and, have a explanationYou bring your crew and em and Im doin emThen Im beatin em down with aluminumThen Im puttin two in emYou cant touch me, Ive been double sent, wanted for embezzlementA lot of other things, but thats irrelaventChorus(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 sosaNever turned down chocha, be in the costaRica, sippin margaritas wit a mamiCleanin my tommy, showin love to my armyWhenever the lox find rippy blocks, we kill emYeah I hear niggaz, but I still dont feel emAnd this for the listeners, and prisonersAnd them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin usMy 16s be so real, you can feel em in your vainLike ramellos pops from sugarhillJ be the cause for the kiss at your wakeCartel lips, spittin clips at your faceWe started from the bottomYoull see bad niggaz pardon, whateverWe can do it at the gardenWord life, this shit is real bigIm makin niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty[styles]I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugsGreen bags from drugs, get wacked for the loveTwenty niggaz batter me, still couldnt shatter meIm only gettin up, splittin up your anatomyOfficial lock family, grants niggaz handin meI want the finer things, and I hope you understandin meSittin at the table, plannin and plug the fan inLet the sweat dry off and then grab your cannonThink you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardlessIf you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like pesciAnd if rap was hockey, I be gretzky, puffin nestleAny ya niggaz done started somethinActin invincible like you God or somethinIf you god, then ima makes a lot til you rotAnd if you a playa, then play for everything you gotAnd if you a thug, then start bustin off shotsAnd if you a dog, you better bite before you barkChorus[dmx]Dont came at me wit no bullshit, use cautionCause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortionsFor bigger portions, of extortion then racketeeringGot niggaz fearin, fuck whatchu heard, this whatchu hearinHow much darker must it get, how much harder must it hitSee if your hardest niggaz flip, when I start a bunch of shitI like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feetCause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheepBloodhounds found your shit buried in the mudFollowing traces of gun powder, residue and bloodA positive Id is impossible, so you knowJohn doe is what they gon be puttin on that tag on yo toeNow who gon tell yo mother, her babys under a cover in the morgueStiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogsSon of a hard headed nigga that wouldnt listenSo you got whatchu came for[sheek]Whats that? [dmx]Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the fuckin streetsCause like I said before aint nothin goin down until I eatMufuckers think its all about impressin bitches and stressin bitchesWell, Im testin bitches game, adressin bitches, and caressin bitchesAnd dealin wit mufuckers on all levelsWhat Im dealin wit is all devils, fuckin with snakesRunnin wit niggaz you call rebelsI got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggazThat come through and worry niggaz30 niggaz that like to bury niggazAnd scary niggaz get it all the timeCause what they got is all of mineYour man was talkin shit until I pulled the nineAnd if I dont know you, I dont fuck witchuAnd if you wit my man, then he gettin stuck witchuAnd gave it the moneyCause I just lost my mind when he crossed the lineSent his back through his chestThen I tossed the nine, boss of crimeBlack gotti, I stack bodies wit the black shottyBitch-ass niggaz who act snottyGet itThese niggaz is for realThese niggaz aint playinThis aint no fuckin gameYou think we playin? Ruff rydersGrrrrrr

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