Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Niggaz Done Started Something, artist - DMX. Date of issue: 30.04.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Niggaz 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, 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 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 niggas who pump on yo' block and in your spot |
| Who sit next to you? |
| Protectin' you? |
| But they’ll murder you, playa |
| Don status, nigga we gettin chipsesis |
| And bad bitchsesis, fronting, fronting in eclipsesis |
| Ayo, Ma$e and The LOX |
| We taking 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 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 nigga in your gang want it |
| My AK slay gays, spray strays wit niggas' 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 nigga wave a TEC at Mason, have a explanation |
| You bring your crew and 'em and I’m doing 'em |
| Then I’m beating 'em down with aluminum |
| Then I’m putting 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 |
| Niggas done started something |
| You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it |
| Niggas done started something |
| If you love the money, then prepare to die for it |
| Niggas done started something |
| You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it |
| Niggas 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 'em |
| Yeah I hear niggas, but I still don’t feel 'em |
| 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 'em in your vein |
| Like Ramello’s pops from Sugar Hill |
| 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 niggas' pardon |
| Whatever, we can do it at the Garden |
| Word life, this shit is real, B |
| I’m making niggas 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 |
| Twenty niggas batter me, still couldn’t shatter me |
| I’m only getting up, splitting up your anatomy |
| Official LOX family, grants niggas 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 y’all niggas done starting something |
| Acting invincible like you God or something |
| If you God, then I’ma make salat 'til you rot |
| And if you a playa, 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 |
| Niggas done started something |
| You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it |
| Niggas done started something |
| Don’t come at me with no bullshit, use caution |
| 'Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions |
| For bigger portions, of extortion and racketeering |
| Got niggas fearing, fuck whatchu heard, this what you hearing |
| How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit |
| See if your hardest niggas flip, when I start a bunch of shit |
| I like pussy, but not up in my face, so give me 3 feet |
| 'Cause when we creep, no more than 3 deep, niggas 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 putting on that tag on your toe |
| Now who gon' tell your mother, her baby’s under a cover |
| In the morgue, stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs? |
| Another hardheaded nigga that wouldn’t listen |
| So you got what you came for |
| (What's that?) Surgery with the chainsaw |
| I hit the fucking streets |
| 'Cause, like I said before, ain’t nothing going down until I eat |
| Muh’fuckers think it’s all about impressing bitches and stressing bitches |
| Well, I’m testing bitches game, undressing bitches, and caressing bitches |
| And dealing with muhfuckers on all levels, what I’m dealing with is all devils |
| Fucking with snakes running with niggas you call rebels |
| I got an army of 730 niggas, dirty niggas |
| That come through and worry niggas |
| 30 niggas that like to bury niggas |
| And scary niggas get it all the time |
| 'Cause 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 fuck witchu |
| And if you with my man, then he getting 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 with the black shottie |
| Bitch-ass niggas that act snotty |
| Get it |
| These niggas is for real |
| These niggas ain’t playing |
| This ain’t no fucking game |
| She think we playing? |
| Ruff Ryders |
| Grr |