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Jadakiss

"n*ggaz Done Started Something"

[Verse 1: Sheek Louch]
Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condiminiums, 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 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 the bullsh*t you blab about goin through
I got n*ggas who PUMP on yo' block and in your spot
Who sit next to you? Protectin you?
But they'll murder you, playa
Don status, n*gga we gettin chipsesis
And bad b*tchsesis, fronting, fronting in eclipsesis

[Verse 2: Ma$e]
Ayo, Ma$e and The LOX
We taking knots from the out of state spots
Any n*gga 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 n*gga in your gang want it
My AK slay gays, spray strays wit n*ggas' 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 n*gga 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

[Chorus: Styles P & DMX]
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
n*ggas done started something
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
n*ggas done started something
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
n*ggas done started something
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
n*ggas done started something

[Verse 3: Jadakiss]
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 n*ggas, 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 n*ggas' pardon
Whatever, we can do it at the Garden
Word life, this sh*t is real, B
I'm making n*ggas blow trial even if they not guilty

[Verse 4: Styles P]
I want a palace for my thugs, with oriental rugs
Green bags from drugs, get whacked for the love
Twenty n*ggas batter me, still couldn't shatter me
I'm only getting up, splitting up your anatomy
Official LOX family, grants n*ggas 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 n*ggas 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

[Chorus: Styles P & DMX]
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
n*ggas done started something
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
n*ggas done started something

[Verse 5: DMX]
Don't came at me with no bullsh*t, use caution
'Cause when I wet sh*t, I dead sh*t, like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion and racketeering
Got n*ggas fearing, f*ck whatchu heard, this what you hearing
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit
See if your hardest n*ggas flip, when I start a bunch of sh*t
I like pus*y, but not up in my face, so give me 3 feet
'Cause when we creep, no more than 3 deep, n*ggas 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 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
Son of a hardheaded n*gga that wouldn't listen
So you got what you came for
(What's that?) Surgery with the chainsaw
I hit the f*cking streets
'Cause, like I said before, ain't nothing going down until I eat
Muh'f*ckers think it's all about impressing b*tches and stressing b*tches
Well, I'm testing b*tches game, undressing b*tches, and caressing b*tches
And dealing with muh'f*ckers on all level, what I'm dealing with is all devils
f*cking with snakes running with n*ggas you call rebels
I got an army of 730 n*ggas, dirty n*ggas
That come through and worry n*ggas
30 n*ggas that like to bury n*ggas and scary n*ggas get it all the time
'Cause what they got is all of mine, your man was talking sh*t until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't f*ck 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
b*tch-ass n*ggas who act snotty
Get it

[Outro]
These n*ggas is for real
These n*ggas ain't playing
This ain't no f*cking game
You think we playing?
Ruff Ryders
Grrrrrr

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