Niggaz Done Started Something Lyrics - Dire Straits

[sheek] 

Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop mo' with holes 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 commity 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 niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot 

Who sit next to you? protectin you? 

But they'll murder you, playa 

Don status, nigga we gettin chipsesis 

And bad bitchsesis, frontin, frontin in eclipsesis 

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[mase] 

Ayo, mase and 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 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 nigga in your gang want it 

My ak slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz 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 nigga 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 double sent, wanted for embezzlement 

A lot of other things, but that's irrelavent 

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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 kill em 

Yeah I hear niggaz, 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 sugarhill 

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 niggaz pardon, whatever 

We can do it at the garden 

Word life, this shit is real big 

I'm makin niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty 

[styles] 

I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs 

Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love 

Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldn't shatter me 

I'm 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 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 

Chorus 

[dmx] 

Don't came at me wit no bullshit, use caution 

Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions 

For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering 

Got niggaz fearin, fuck 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 shit 

I like pussy, 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 shit buried in the mud 

Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood 

A positive I'd 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 nigga that wouldn't listen 

So you got whatchu came for 

[sheek] 

What's that? 

[dmx] 

Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the fuckin streets 

Cause like I said before ain't nothin goin down until I eat 

Mu'fuckers think it's all about impressin bitches and stressin bitches 

Well, I'm testin bitches game, adressin bitches, and caressin bitches 

And dealin wit mu'fuckers on all levels 

What I'm dealin wit is all devils, fuckin 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 shit until I pulled the nine 

And if I don't know you, I don't fuck 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 

Bitch-ass niggaz who act snotty 

Get it 

These niggaz is for real 

These niggaz ain't playin 

This ain't no fuckin game 

You think we playin? 

Ruff ryders 

Grrrrrr