Niggaz Done Started Something - DMX, L.O.X., Mase

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

Grr