Dmx - N*&&@$ done started something lyrics

Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop Mo' with holes up in skyscrapers In condiminiums, 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 commity 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 Young, but I done did sh** that you won't do So go ahead wit the bullsh** you blab about goin through I got n***as who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot Who sit next to you? Protectin you? But they'll murder you, playa Don status, n***a we gettin chipsesis And bad b**hsesis, frontin, frontin in eclipsesis Ayo, Ma$e and The LOX We takin knots from the out of state spots Any n***a make it hot, get found in vacant lot You don't really wanna come try, the one guy Who stay dumb high from blunt lye The rack of sing-sing alumni Who got more beef than a Islamic farm So I pack enough sonic arms to neutralize atomic bombs It's not a n***a in your gang want it My AK slay gays, spray strays wit n***as names on it Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug Have a chump coughin blood, fill his coffin with slugs Yo, you know I got enough guns to wreck a nation Any n***a wave a Tec at Ma$e, and, have a explanation You bring your crew and em and I'm doin em Then I'm beatin em down with aluminum Then I'm puttin 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 n***as done started somethin You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it n***as done started somethin If you love the money, then prepare to die for it n***as done started somethin You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it n***as done started somethin If you love the money, then prepare to die for it n***as done started somethin You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it n***as done started somethin Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa Rica, sippin margaritas wit a mami Cleanin my Tommy, showin love to my army Whenever The LOX find rippy blocks, we k** em Yeah I hear n***as, but I still don't feel em And this for the listeners, and prisoners And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissin us My 16's be so real, you can feel em in your vain Like Ramello's pops from Sugarhill J be the cause for the kiss at your wake Cartel lips, spittin clips at your face We started from the bottom You'll see bad n***as pardon, whatever We can do it at the Garden Word life, this sh** is real big I'm makin n***as blow trial even if they not guilty I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs Green bags from d**, get wacked for the love Twenty n***as batter me, still couldn't shatter me I'm only gettin up, splittin up your anatomy Official lock family, grants n***as handin me I want the finer things, and I hope you understandin me Sittin at the table, plannin and plug the fan in Let the sweat dry off and then grab your cannon Think you smartest, and retaliate the hardest, regardless If you a thug or a rap artist, respect me like Pesci And if rap was hockey, I be Gretzky, puffin Nestle Any ya n***as 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 before you bark If you love the money, then prepare to die for it n***as done started somethin You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it n***as done started somethin Don't came at me wit no bullsh**, use caution Cause when I wet sh**, I dead sh**, like abortions For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering Got n***as fearin, f** whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit See if your hardest n***as flip, when I start a bunch of sh** I like p**y, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, n***as see sheep Bloodhounds found your sh** 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 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 Son of a hard headed n***a that wouldn't listen So you got whatchu came for What's that? Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the f**in streets Cause like I said before ain't nothin goin down until I eat Mu'f**ers think it's all about impressin b**hes and stressin b**hes Well, I'm testin b**hes game, adressin b**hes, and caressin b**hes And dealin wit mu'f**ers on all levels What I'm dealin wit is all devils, f**in with snakes Runnin wit n***as you call rebels I got an army of 730 n***as, dirty n***as That come through and worry n***as 30 n***as that like to bury n***as And scary n***as get it all the time Cause what they got is all of mine Your man was talkin sh** until I pulled the nine And if I don't know you, I don't f** witchu And if you wit my man, then he gettin 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 wit the black shotty b**h-a** n***as who act snotty Get it These n***as is for real These n***as ain't playin This ain't no f**in game You think we playin? Ruff Ryders Grrrrrr