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[Featuring The Lox Mase] (verse 1 Sheek) 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 Chorus: 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 Chorus (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 | Похожие исполнители:
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