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lirik lagu dmx feat the l o x mase - niggaz done started something

yo, ayo let’s get papers and pop mo’ with holes up in skyscr-pers
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 community like to puff l’s and look jiggy
who wan’ test this? my semi leave you chestless
and ain’t sh-t that you can say to me when you be breathless
young, but i done did sh-t that you won’t do

so go ahead wit that bullsh-t you blab about goin’ through
i got n-gg-z who pump on yo’ block and in yo’ spot
who sit next to you protectin’ you? but they’ll murder you, playa
don status, n-gg- we gettin’ chipsesis
and bad b-tchsesis, frontin’ in eclipsesis

ayo, mase and the lox
we takin’ knots from the out of state spots
any n-gg- 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 neutralize atomic bombs

it’s not a n-gg- in your gang want it
my ak slay gays, spray strays wit n-gg-z’ names on it
often i bug, then we’ll 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 n-gg- wave a tec at mase, and 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 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
n-gg-z done started somethin’
you can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
n-gg-z done started somethin’

yo, check out the kid that get c-ke 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 kill ’em
yeah i hear n-gg-z, 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 ramello’s pops from sugar hill
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 n-gg-z pardon, whatever
we can do it at the garden, word life, this sh-t is real big
i’m makin’ n-gg-z blow trial even if they not guilty

i want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs
green bags from drugs, get whacked for the love
twenty n-gg-z batter me, still couldn’t shatter me
i’m only gettin’ up, splitting’ up your anatomy

official lock family, grants n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z 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 before you bark

if you love the money, then prepare to die for it
n-gg-z done started somethin’
you can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
n-gg-z done started somethin’

don’t came at me wit no bullsh-t, use caution
cause when i wet sh-t, i dead sh-t, like abortions
for bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
got n-gg-z fearin’, f-ck whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin’

how much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
see if your hardest n-gg-z flip, when i start a bunch of sh-t
i like p-ssy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet
’cause when we creep, no more than three deep, n-gg-z 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 baby’s under a cover in the morgue
stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs
son of a hard-headed n-gg- that wouldn’t listen
so you got whatchu came for, what’s that? surgery wit the chainsaw

i hit the f-ckin’ streets ’cause like i said, before ain’t nothin’
goin’ down until i eat, m-th-rf-ckers think
it’s all about impressin’ b-tches and stressin’ b-tches
well, i’m testin’ b-tches game, addressin’ b-tches
and caressin’ b-tches and dealin’ wit m-th-rf-ckers on all levels

what i’m dealin’ wit is all devils, f-ckin’ with snakes
runnin’ wit n-gg-z you call rebels
i got an army of 730 n-gg-z, dirty n-gg-z
that come through and worry n-gg-z

30 n-gg-z that like to bury n-gg-z
and scary n-gg-z 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 don’t know you, i don’t f-ck 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-tch–ss n-gg-z who act snotty, get it

these n-gg-z is for real, these n-gg-z ain’t playin’
this ain’t no f-ckin’ game
you think we playin’?
ruff ryders

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