Dmx - D-x-l lyrics

F/ the lox, mase<br><br>[sheek]<br>Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop mo' with holes up in skyscrapers<br>In condiminiums, overlooking our drug capers<br>New york city, know only way to play is gritty<br>I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850<br>My whole commity like to puff l's and look jiggy<br>Who wan' test this? my semi leave you chestless<br>And ain't shit that you can say to me when you be breathless<br>Young, but I done did shit that you won't do<br>So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin through<br>I got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot<br>Who sit next to you? protectin you? <br>But they'll murder you, playa<br>Don status, nigga we gettin chipsesis<br>And bad bitchsesis, frontin, frontin in eclipsesis<br><br>[mase]<br>Ayo, mase and the lox<br>We takin knots from the out of state spots<br>Any nigga make it hot, get found in vacant lot<br>You don't really wanna come try, the one guy<br>Who stay dumb high from blunt lye<br>The rack of sing-sing alumni<br>Who got more beef than a islamic farm<br>So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs<br>It's not a nigga in your gang want it<br>My ak slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz names on it<br>Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug<br>Have a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugs<br>Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation<br>Any nigga wave a tec at mase, and, have a explanation<br>You bring your crew and em and I'm doin em<br>Then I'm beatin em down with aluminum<br>Then I'm puttin two in em<br>You can't touch me, I've been double sent, wanted for embezzlement<br>A lot of other things, but that's irrelavent<br><br>Chorus(x2):<br>[styles]<br>If you love the money, then prepare to die for it<br>[dmx]<br>Niggaz done started somethin<br>[styles]<br>You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it<br>[dmx]<br>Niggaz done started somethin<br><br>[jadakiss]<br>Yo, check out the kid that get coke like sosa<br>Never turned down chocha, be in the costa<br>Rica, sippin margaritas wit a mami<br>Cleanin my tommy, showin love to my army<br>Whenever the lox find rippy blocks, we kill em<br>Yeah I hear niggaz, but I still don't feel em<br>And this for the listeners, and prisoners<br>And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us<br>My 16's be so real, you can feel em in your vain<br>Like ramello's pops from sugarhill<br>J be the cause for the kiss at your wake<br>Cartel lips, spittin clips at your face<br>We started from the bottom<br>You'll see bad niggaz pardon, whatever<br>We can do it at the garden<br>Word life, this shit is real big<br>I'm makin niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty<br><br>[styles]<br>I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs<br>Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love<br>Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldn't shatter me<br>I'm only gettin up, splittin up your anatomy<br>Official lock family, grants niggaz handin me<br>I want the finer things, and I hope you understandin me<br>Sittin at the table, plannin and plug the fan in<br>Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon<br>Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless<br>If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like pesci<br>And if rap was hockey, I be gretzky, puffin nestle<br>Any ya niggaz done started somethin<br>Actin invincible like you God or somethin<br>If you god, then i'ma makes a lot til you rot<br>And if you a playa, then play for everything you got<br>And if you a thug, then start bustin off shots<br>And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark<br><br>Chorus<br><br>[dmx]<br>Don't came at me wit no bullshit, use caution<br>Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions<br>For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering<br>Got niggaz fearin, fuck whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin<br>How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit<br>See if your hardest niggaz flip, when I start a bunch of shit<br>I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet<br>Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep<br>Bloodhounds found your shit buried in the mud<br>Following traces of gun powder, residue and blood<br>A positive I'd is impossible, so you know<br>John doe is what they gon' be puttin on that tag on yo' toe<br>Now who gon tell yo mother, her baby's under a cover in the morgue<br>Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs<br>Son of a hard headed nigga that wouldn't listen<br>So you got whatchu came for<br>[sheek]<br>What's that? <br>[dmx]<br>Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the fuckin streets<br>Cause like I said before ain't nothin goin down until I eat<br>Mu'fuckers think it's all about impressin bitches and stressin bitches<br>Well, I'm testin bitches game, adressin bitches, and caressin bitches<br>And dealin wit mu'fuckers on all levels<br>What I'm dealin wit is all devils, fuckin with snakes<br>Runnin wit niggaz you call rebels<br>I got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz<br>That come through and worry niggaz<br>30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz<br>And scary niggaz get it all the time<br>Cause what they got is all of mine