The LOX, DMX, Ma$e - Niggaz Done Started Something lyrics

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

These niggas is for real
These niggas ain't playing
This ain't no fucking game
She think we playing? Ruff Ryders
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