Niggaz Done Started Something (Explicit)-DMX/L.O.X./Mase

　　　 Artist：dmx Songs Title：niggaz done started something Album by: Its Dark And Hell Is Hot Artist by: DMX Yo, ayo lets get papers and pop mo with holes up in skyscrapers In condiminiums, overlooking our d**g 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 ls and look jiggy Who wan test this? my semi leave you chestless And aint sh*t that you can say to me when you be breathless Young, but I done did sh*t that you wont do So go ahead wit the b******t 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 theyll murder you, playa Don status, ni**a we gettin chipsesis And bad *****sesis, frontin, frontin in eclipsesis [mase] Ayo, mase and the lox We takin knots from the out of state spots Any ni**a make it hot, get found in vacant lot You dont 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 Its not a ni**a in your gang want it My ak slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on it Often I bug, then well 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 ni**a wave a tec at mase, and, have a explanation You bring your crew and em and Im doin em Then Im beatin em down with aluminum Then Im puttin two in em You cant touch me, Ive been double sent, wanted for embezzlement A lot of other things, but thats 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 k**l em Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still dont feel em And this for the listeners, and prisoners And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us My 16s be so real, you can feel em in your vain Like ramellos 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 Youll see bad niggaz pardon, whatever We can do it at the garden Word life, this sh*t is real big Im makin niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty [styles] I want a palace for my thugs, wit O******l rugs Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldnt shatter me Im 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 ima 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] Dont came at me wit no bullshit, use caution Cause when I wet sh*t, I dead sh*t, like abortions For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering Got niggaz fearin, f**k 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 sh*t I like p**sy, 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 sh*t 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 babys under a cover in the morgue Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs Son of a hard headed ni**a that wouldnt listen So you got whatchu came for [sheek] Whats that? [dmx] Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the f**kin streets Cause like I said before aint nothin goin down until I eat Muf**kers think its all about impressin b**ches and stressin b**ches Well, Im testin b**ches game, adressin b**ches, and caressin b**ches And dealin wit muf**kers on all levels What Im dealin wit is all devils, f**kin 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 sh*t until I pulled the nine And if I dont know you, I dont f**k 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 B**ch-a** niggaz who act snotty Get it These niggaz is for real These niggaz aint playin This aint no f**kin game You think we playin? Ruff ryders Grrrrrr