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DMX (rapper)( Earl Simmons )
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Niggaz Done Started Something
Vocal:Dmx/Sheek Of 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 chedder, so we can front up in the 850 My whole commity like to puff L's and look jiggy Who wan' test this? My 窺immy? 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 Sick of head with 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', ya get clipsesis
[Mase]: Mase and The Lox We take a notch 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 nuetrilize atomic bombs It's not a nigga in your gang want it My AK late gaze brace, trace niggaz names on it Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug Have a chump call from blood, fill his coffin with slugs Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any nigga wave a Tec at Mase an' 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): [Styles] If you love the money, then prepare to die for it [DMX] Niggaz done started some [Styles] You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it [DMX] Niggaz done started some [Styles] If you love the money, then prepare to die for it [DMX] Niggaz done started some [Styles] You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it [DMX] Niggaz done started some
[Jadakiss]: 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 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 燎amello'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 ? 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 to find the 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' ? Any ya niggaz done started somethin' Actin' invincible like you guardin' 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
(Repeat Chorus)
[DMX]: Don't came at me wit' no bullshit, use caution 'Cuz when I wet shit, I debt 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 'Cuz 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 'cuz 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 cuz 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 wit'chu And if you wit' my man, then he gettin' stuck wit'chu and gave it the money 'Cuz 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 pa-dass 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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