Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song N***** Done Started Something , by - L.O.X.. Release date: 11.05.1998
Song language: English
N***** Done Started Something |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| If you love the money, then prepare to die for it Niggas done started something |
| You can lay in the plains or hug the sky for it Niggas done started something |
| 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 |
| 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 |
| 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 |