Testo N****z Done Started Something - DMX, L.O.X. & Mase
Testo della canzone N****z Done Started Something (DMX, L.O.X. & Mase), tratta dall'album Def Jam 25, Vol. 23 - Show and Prove
Ayo, let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums overlookin' our drug capers
New York City, know only way to play, it's 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
Sick of head with that bullshit you blab about goin' through
I got niggas who pump on your block and in your spot
Who sit next to you protectin' you but they'll murder you, player
Don status, nigga, we gettin' chipseses
And bad bitchesses frontin' in clipseses
Yo, and this is The Lox, we takin' 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 stays dumb high from blunt lye
The Rikers, Sing Sing alumni
Who got more beef than a Islamic bomb
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 with niggas' names on it
Often I bug, then bust off on a thug
Have a chump coughin' blood, fill his coffin with slugs
Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation
Any nigga wave a TEC at Ma$e and have an explanation
You bring your crew and 'em, 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 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 somethin'
You could lay in the flames or hug the sky for it
Niggas done started somethin'
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
Niggas done started somethin'
You could lay in the flames or hug the sky for it
Niggas done started somethin'
Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa
Never turn down chocha, be in the Costa
Rica, sippin' margaritas with a mami
Cleanin' my Tommy, showin' love to my army
Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill 'em
And yeah, I hear niggas but I still don't feel 'em
And this is for the listeners and prisoners
And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin' us
My sixteens be so real
You can feel 'em in your vein like Ramello's pops from Sugar Hill
Jay be the cause for the kiss at your wake
Cartel lips spittin' clips at your face
We started from the bottom, you don't see, beg niggas, "Pardon"
Whatever, we can do it at the Garden
Word life, this shit is real, B
I'm makin' 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 battered me, still couldn't shatter me
I'm only gettin' up, splittin' up your anatomy
Official Lox family, Grants niggas handin' me
I want the finer things and I hope you understandin' me
Sittin' at the table plannin', plug the fan in
Let the sweat dry off and then grab the cannon
Think the smartest and retaliate the hardest
Regardless if you a thug or a rap artist
Respect me like Pesci
And if rap was hockey, I'd be Gretzky, puffin' Nestlé
And y'all niggas done started somethin'
Actin' invincible like you God or somethin'
If you God, then I'ma make salat 'til you rot
And if you a player, 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
Niggas done started somethin'
You could lay in the flames or hug the sky for it
Niggas done started somethin'
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 fearin' me, fuck what you heard, just what you hearin'
How much darker must it get? How much harder must it hit?
See, if you're hard, us niggas flip when I start a bunch of shit
I like pussy, but not up in my face, so give me three feet
'Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggas see sheep
Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud
Followin' traces of gunpowder residue in blood
A positive ID is impossible, so you know
John Doe is what they gon' be puttin' 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 fuckin' streets, 'cause like I said before
Ain't nothin' goin' down until I eat
Motherfuckers think it's all about
Impressin' bitches and stressin' bitches
While I'm testin' bitches' game
Undressin' bitches and caressin' bitches
And dealin' with motherfuckers on all levels
What I'm dealin' with is all devils
Fuckin' with snakes, runnin' with niggas you call rebels
I got an army of 730 niggas, dirty niggas
That come through and worry niggas
Thirty 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 talkin' shit until I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you, I don't fuck with you
And if you with my man, then he gettin' stuck with you
And gave it to 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 shotty
Bitch-ass niggas that act snotty, get it
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Writer(s): Damon J. Blackman, Earl Simmons, David Styles, Sean Jacobs, Jason Phillips
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