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[featuring the lox mase]
(verse 1 sheek)
a yo let’s get papers
and pop mo’ wit’ hos
up in skyscr-pers 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 sh-t that you can say to me
when you be breathless
young but i done did
sh-t that you won’t do
so go ‘head wit’ that bullsh-t
you blabber ’bout goin’ through
i got n-gg-z 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, n-gg- we gettin’ chipsusses
and bad b-tchesses
frontin’ in eclipsesses
(verse 2–ma$e)
yo, ma$e and the lox
be takin’ knots
>from the out o’ state spots
any n-gg- 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 n-gg- in ya gang want it
my a-k slay gays, spray strays
wit’ n-gg-z 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 n-gg- 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
chorus:
if you love the money
then prepare to die for it
n-gg-z done started somethin’
you can lay in the flames
or hug the sky for it
n-gg-z done started somethin’
(verse 3–jay)

yo, check out the kid that get c-ke 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 n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z pardon
whatever, we can do it at the garden
word life, this sh-t is real b
i’m makin’ n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z batter me

still couldn’t shatter me
i’m only gettin’ up
splittin’ up yo’ anatomy
official lok family
grants n-gg-z 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 n-gg-z 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
chorus
(verse 5–dmx)
don’t come at me wit’ no bullsh-t
use caution
‘cuz when i wet sh-t i deck sh-t
like abortions
for bigger portions
of extortion and raketeering
got n-gg-z fearin’
f-ck what you heard
it’s what you hearin’
how much darker must it get?
how much harder must it hit?
see if yo’ hardest n-gg-z flip
when i start a bunch o’ sh-t
i like p-ssy, but not up in my face
so give me 3 feet
‘cuz when we creep no more than 3 deep
n-gg-z see sheep
bloodhounds found yo’ sh-t
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 n-gg- that wouldn’t listen
so you got what you came for (what’s that?)
surgery, wit’ the chainsaw
i hit the f-ckin’ streets ‘cuz like i said before
aint nothin’ goin’ down until i eat
muh f-ckas think it’s all about impressin’ b-tches
and stressin’ b-tches
while i’m testin’ b-tches game
undressin’ b-tches and caressin’ b-tches
and dealin’ wit’ muh f-ckas on all levels
what i’m dealin’ wit’ is all devils
f-ckin’ wit’ snakes
runnin’ wit’ n-gg-z you call rebels
i got a army o’ 7: 30 n-gg-s, dirty n-gg-z
they come through and worry n-gg-z
30 n-gg-z that like to bury n-gg-z
and scary n-gg-z get it all the time
‘cuz what they got is all o’ mine
‘yo’ man was talkin’ sh-t until i pulled the 9′
and if i don’t know you i don’t f-ck 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
b-tch -ss n-gg-z that act snotty
get it
(these n-gg-z is for real)
(these n-gg-z aint playin’)
this aint no f-ckin’ game
you think we playin’
ruff ryders
grrrrrrrrrrrr

- dmx

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