Niggas Dun Started Sumthin-Woo

作曲 : Damon Blackmon & DMX & Sean Jacobs & Mase & Jason Phillips & Styles 作词 : Bertha, Blackman, Jacobs ... Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop more with holes up in skyscrapers 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 comity like to puff L's and look jiggy Who wanna test this? My semi leave you chest less And ain't s**t that you can say to me when you be breathless Young, but I done did s**t that you won't do So go ahead wit the b******t you blab about goin' through I got niggaz who pump on your block and in your spot Who sit next to you? Protectin' you? But they'll murder you, playa Don status, n***a we gettin' chipsesis And bad bitchsesis, frontin' in eclipsesis Ayo, Mase and The Lox we takin' knots from the out of state spots Any n***a 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***a 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 n***a 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 Niggaz done started somethin' You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it Niggaz done started somethin' If you love the money, then prepare to die for it Niggaz done started somethin' You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it Niggaz done started somethin' Yo, check out the kid that get coke like SosaNever turned down chocha be in the CostaRica, sippin' margaritas with 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 SugarhillJ 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 GardenWord life, this s**t is real big I'm makin' niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty 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 PesciAnd if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, puffin' NestleAny ya niggaz done started somethin' Actin' invincible like you God or somethin' If you God, then I'm a makes a lot till 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 Niggaz done started somethin' You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it Niggaz done started somethin' Don't came at me with no bullshit, use caution' Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering Got niggaz fearin', f**k what you heard, this what you 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 s**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 gonna' be puttin' on that tag on your 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 Son of a hard headed n***a that wouldn't listen So you got what you came for what's that? Surgery wit the chainsaw, I hit the f**kin' streets' Cause like I said before ain't nothin' goin' down until I eatMu' f**kers think it's all about impressin' B*****s and stressin' bitches Well, I'm testin' B*****s game, adressin' bitches, and caressin' bitches And dealin' with mu'f**kers on all levels What I'm dealin' with is all devils F**kin' with snakes, runnin' with 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' s**t until I pulled the nine And if I don't know you, I don't f**k with you And if you with my man, then he gettin' stuck with you 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 f**kin' game, you think we playin'? Ruff Ryders