Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song N****z Done Started Something, artist - L.O.X.. Date of issue: 31.12.2008
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
N****z Done Started Something |
| A yo let’s get papers |
| And pop Mo' wit' hos |
| Up in skyscrapers and condominiums |
| Overlooking our drug capers |
| New York City |
| The only way to play is gritty |
| I want cheddar so we could front |
| Up in a 850 |
| My whole committee like to puff Ls |
| And look jiggy |
| Who wan' test this? |
| My semi leave you chestless |
| And aint shit that you can say to me |
| When you be breathless |
| Young but I done did |
| Shit that you won’t do |
| So go 'head wit' that bullshit |
| You blabber 'bout goin' through |
| I got niggaz who pump |
| On yo' block and in yo' spot |
| Who’ll sit next to you |
| Protectin' you, but they’ll murder you player |
| Don status, nigga we gettin' chipsusses |
| And bad bitchesses |
| Frontin' in eclipsesses |
| (verse 2--Ma$e) |
| Yo, Ma$e and The Lox |
| Be takin' knots |
| >From the out o' state spots |
| Any nigga make it hot |
| Get found in a vacant lot |
| You don’t really wanna come try |
| The one guy, who stay dumb high |
| >From blunt la |
| Practicing seeing 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 ya gang want it |
| My A-K slay gays, spray strays |
| Wit' niggaz names on it |
| Often I bug then bust off on a thug |
| Have a chump coughin' blood |
| Fill his coffin wit' slugs |
| Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation |
| Any nigga wave a tek at Mason |
| Have a explanation |
| You bring it through and I’m undoin' 'em |
| Then I’m beatin' 'em down wit' aluminium |
| Then I’m putin' 2 in 'em |
| You can’t touch me I been devil sent |
| Wanted for embezelment |
| A lot of other things |
| But that’s irrelevant |
| If you love the money |
| Then prepare to die for it |
| Niggaz done started somethin' |
| You can lay in the flames |
| Or hug the sky for it |
| Niggaz done started somethin' |
| (verse 3--Jay) |
| Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa |
| Never turned down chocha |
| Be in the Costa Rica |
| Sippin' margaritas wit' a mommy |
| Cleanin' my Tommy |
| Showin' love to my army |
| Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks we kill 'em |
| Yeah I hear niggaz but I still don’t feel 'em |
| And this is for the listeners and prisoners |
| And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin' us |
| My 16s be so real you can feel 'em in yo' vein |
| Like Remelos Pops from Sugar Hill |
| Jay be the cause for the kiss at yo' wake |
| Cartel lips spittin' clips at yo' face |
| We started from the bottom |
| You’ll see fed niggaz pardon |
| Whatever, we can do it at The Garden |
| Word life, this shit is real B |
| I’m makin' niggaz blow proud |
| Even if they not guilty |
| (verse 4--Styles) |
| I want a palace for my thugs |
| Wit' oriental rugs |
| Green backs and drugs |
| Get whacked for the love |
| 20 niggaz batter me |
| Still couldn’t shatter me |
| I’m only gettin' up |
| Splittin' up yo' anatomy |
| Official Lok family |
| Grants niggaz handin' me |
| I want the finer things |
| And I hope you understandin' me |
| Sitin' at the table planin' |
| Plug the fan in |
| 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 Gretsky |
| Puffin' nestle |
| And yall niggaz done started somethin' |
| Actin' invincible like you God or somethin' |
| If you God |
| Then I’ma makes a lot 'til you rot |
| And if you a playa |
| Then play for everything you got |
| And if you a thug |
| Then start bustin' off shots |
| And if you a dog |
| You better bite befor you bark |
| (verse 5--DMX) |
| Don’t come at me wit' no bullshit |
| Use caution |
| 'Cuz when I wet shit I deck shit |
| Like abortions |
| For bigger portions |
| Of extortion and raketeering |
| Got niggaz fearin' |
| Fuck what you heard |
| It’s what you hearin' |
| How much darker must it get? |
| How much harder must it hit? |
| See if yo' hardest niggaz flip |
| When I start a bunch o' shit |
| I like pussy, but not up in my face |
| So give me 3 feet |
| 'Cuz when we creep no more than 3 deep |
| Niggaz see sheep |
| Bloodhounds found yo' shit |
| Buried in the mud |
| Follow wit' traces of gunpowder residue |
| And blood |
| A positive I.D. |
| is impossible |
| So you know John Doe |
| Is what they gon' be puttin' |
| On that tag on yo' toe |
| Now who gon' tell yo' mother? |
| Her baby’s under a cover in the morgue |
| Stiff as a log, sniffed out by the dogs |
| And I’m a hard-headed nigga that wouldn’t listen |
| So you got what you came for (what's that?) |
| Surgery, wit' the chainsaw |
| I hit the fuckin' streets 'cuz like I said before |
| Aint nothin' goin' down until I eat |
| Muh fuckas think it’s all about impressin' bitches |
| And stressin' bitches |
| While I’m testin' bitches game |
| Undressin' bitches and caressin' bitches |
| And dealin' wit' muh fuckas on all levels |
| What I’m dealin' wit' is all devils |
| Fuckin' wit' snakes |
| Runnin' wit' niggaz you call rebels |
| I got a army o' 7:30 niggas, dirty niggaz |
| They come through and worry niggaz |
| 30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz |
| And scary niggaz get it all the time |
| 'Cuz what they got is all o' mine |
| 'Yo' man was talkin' shit until I pulled the 9' |
| And if I don’t know you I don’t fuck wit' you |
| And if you wit' my man then he gettin' stuck wit' you |
| And gave it to Money |
| 'Cuz I just lost my mind when he crossed the line |
| Sent his back through his chest then I tossed the 9 |
| Boss o' crime, black Gotti |
| I stack bodies with the black shottie |
| Bitch ass niggaz that act snotty |
| Get it |
| (These niggaz is for real) |
| (These niggaz aint playin') |
| This aint no fuckin' game |
| You think we playin' |
| Ruff Ryders |
| Grrrrrrrrrrrr |