Niggas Dun Started Sumthin Lyrics - The Lox

[Featuring Mase, DMX] 

[Sheek] 

Yo 

Hey yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers 

And Condominiums over-looking our drug capers 

New York City, the only way to play is gritty 

I want cheddar so we can front up in the eight fitty 

My whole committee like to puff L's and look jiggy 

Who wanna test this? My semi leave you chestless 

There ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless 

Young buttadundy shit that you won't do 

So go ahead with that bullshit you blab about going through 

I got niggas who pump, on yo block and in yo spot 

But sit next to you protecting you but murder you player 

Don Status, nigga we getting chipseses 

And bad bitcheses frontin' in flickseses 

[Mase] 

Yo Mase and The Lox we taking knots from the outta 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 lie 

To ???? alumnight 

We got more beef than an atomic bomb 

So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs 

There's not a nigga in your gang want it 

My AK slay gays and spray strays with niggas names on it 

Often not bugs and much softer than thugs 

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 tech in Mase and, Have and explanation 

You bring your crew in em I'm doing em 

Then I'm Beating em down with aluminium 

Then I'm putting two in em 

You can't touch me I've been Devil sinned 

Wanted for imbesslement 

A lot of other things but that's irrelavent 

[CHORUS] 

[Styles] If you love the money, then prepare to die for it 

[DMX] Niggas done started something 

[Styles] You can lay in the plains or hug the sky for it 

[DMX] Niggas done started something 

{Repeat Chorus} 

[Jadakiss] 

Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa 

Never turn down Chocha We in the Costa 

Rica, sippin Margarittas with a mommy 

Clinged to Tommy, showing love to my army 

Whenever the Lox find Ricky Blocks we kill him 

Yeah I hear niggas but I still don't feel em 

This is 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 the mellow pops from Sugar Hill 

Jay be the cause for the kiss that you wait 

Cartel lift spittin clips at yo face 

We started from the bottom, you don't see bad niggas pardon 

Whatever we can do it at the garden 

Word life, this shit is real B 

I'm making niggas blow trials even if they not guilty 

[Styles] 

I want a palace for my thugs, with oriental rugs 

Green back for drugs get waxed for the love 

20 niggas batter me, still couldn't shatter me 

I'm only getting up, splitting up yo anatomy 

Official Lox family, grants niggas handing me 

I want the finer things and I hope you understanding me 

Sitting at the table plan in the club then fanning 

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 Gretski, puffin Nestle 

And ya'll niggas done started something 

Acting invincible like you god or something 

If you god, then I'ma mix a lot until you rot 

And if you a player then play for everything you got 

And if you a thug then start busting off shots 

And if you a dogg you better bite before you bark 

Chorus 

[DMX] 

Don't come at me with no bullshit, use caution 

'cause when I wet shit I dead shit Like abortions, for bigger portions 

Of exortion and racket hear it, rap niggas fear it 

Fuck what you heard it's what you hearing 

How much darker must it get? How must harder must it hit? 

See if ya 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 then 3 deep, niggas see sheet 

Let hell stand yo shit burried in the mud 

Following traces of gun powder, residue, and blood 

A positive ID is impossible, So you know, John Doe 

Is what they gonna be putting on that tag on yo toe 

Now who gonna tell yo mother her baby's under a cover in the morgue 

Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs 

Another hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen 

So you got, what you came for, surgery, with the chainsaw 

I hit the fucking streets just like I said before 

Ain't nothing going down until I eat 

Motherfuckers think it's all about impressing bitches 

And stressing bitches, While I'm testing bitches game 

Undressing bitches and caressing bitches 

And dealing with motherfuckers on all levels 

What I'm dealing with is all devils 

Fucking mistakes, runnin with niggas you call rebels 

I got an army of 7-30 niggas dirty niggas 

It's tough to worry niggas thrity niggas that like to bury niggas 

And scary niggas get all the time, and what they got is all of mine 

Ya never talked this shit until I pull the nine 

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

And if you with my man, then he getting stuck with you 

And gave me the money, 'cause I just lost my mind 

When he crossed the line, spit this back to his chest 

Then I tossed the nine 

Forced the crime, black ghotti, I stack bodies 

With the black shotti and jab niggas that act knotty 

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