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ARTIST(s):        DMX
SONG TITLE:      Niggaz Done Started Something
ALBUM:              Its Dark And Hell Is Hot
BY:                      Loenatic(rifhat)*

[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 
[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 
[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 ID 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 
Grrrrr 
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