Lox

Lox - Niggas Dun Started Sumthin lyrics

[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

Cuz 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

Cuz 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, cuz 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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