N***** Done Started Something

Yo, ayo let′s get papers and pop Mo' with hoes up in skyscrapers In condominiums, overlooking our drug capers New York City (what?) Know only way to play is gritty I want cheddar, so we can front up in the 850 My whole committee like to puff L′s and look jiggy Who wan' test this? My semi leave you chestless And ain't sh- that you can say to me when you be breathless (what?) Young, but I done did sh- that you won′t do So go ahead wit′ the bullsh- you blab about goin' through I got - who pump on yo′ block and in your spot Who sit next to you? Protecting you? But they'll murder you, player Don status, - we getting chipsesis And bad b-sesis, fronting, fronting in eclipsesis Ayo, Mase and The LOX We taking knots from the out of state spots Any - 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 Rikers, 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 - in your gang want it My AK slay gays, spray strays wit′ - names on it Often I bug, then bust off on a thug Have a chump coughing blood, fill his coffin with slugs Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any - wave a TEC at Mason, have a explanation You bring your crew and them, and I'm doing them (uh, uh) Then I'm beating them down with aluminum Then I′m putting two in them 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 - Done started something You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it - Done started something If you love the money, then prepare to die for it - Done started something You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it - Done started something Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa Rica, sipping margaritas with a mami Cleaning my Tommy, showing love to my army Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill them Yeah, I hear -, but I still don't feel them And this for the listeners, and prisoners And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissing us My 16′s be so real You can feel them in your vein Like Ramello's pops from Sugar Hill (yeah) J be the cause for the kiss at your wake Cartel lips, spitting clips at your face We started from the bottom, you′ll see beg - pardon Whatever, we can do it at the Garden Word life, this - is real, B I'm making - blow trial even if they not guilty I want a palace for my thugs, with oriental rugs Green bags from drugs, get whacked for the love 20 n- batter me, still couldn't shatter me I′m only getting up, splitting up your anatomy Official LOX family, grants - handing me I want the finer things, and I hope you understanding me Sitting at the table, planning and plug the fan in Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon Think you′re smartest, and retaliate the hardest Regardless, if you're a thug or a rap artist Respect me like Pesci And if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, puffing Nestle And you all - done starting something Acting invincible like you God or something If you God, then I′m a make salat 'til 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 dog, you better bite before you bark If you love the money, then prepare to die for it - Done started something You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it - Done started something Don′t come at me with no bull=, use caution Because when I wet -, I dead -, like abortions For bigger portions, of extortion and racketeering Got - fearing, fuck what you heard, this what you hearing How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit See if your hardest - flip, when I start a bunch of - I like pussy, but not up in my face, so give me three feet 'Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, - see sheep Bloodhounds found your - buried in the mud Following traces of gunpowder, residue, and blood A positive ID is impossible, so you know John Doe is what they gon′ be putting on that tag on your toe Now who gone tell your mother, her baby's under a cover In the morgue, stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs? Another hardheaded- that wouldn't listen So you got what you came for (What′s that?) Surgery with the chainsaw I hit the - streets ′Cause, like I said before, ain't nothing going down until I eat Motherf- think it′s all about impressing - and stressing - Well, I'm testing - game, undressing -, and caressing - And dealing with motherfu- on all levels, what I′m dealing with is all devils - With snakes running with - you call rebels I got an army of 730 -, dirty -, that come through and worry - 30- that like to bury - and scary - get it all the time Because what they got is all of mine, your man was talking shit until I pulled the nine And if I don't know you, I don′t - with you And if you with my man, then he getting 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 .9 Boss of crime, black Gotti, I stack bodies with the black shawtie - That act snotty Get it These - is for real These - ain't playing This ain′t no - game She think we playing? Ruff Ryders Grr