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Niggaz Done Started Something

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[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

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