Sheek]   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 shit that you can say to me when you be breathless   Young, but I done did shit that you won't do   So go ahead wit the bullshit you blab about goin through   I got niggaz who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot   Who sit next to you? Protectin you?    But they'll murder you, playa   Don status, nigga we gettin chipsesis   And bad bitchsesis, frontin, frontin in eclipsesis      [Mase]   Ayo, Mase and The Lox   We takin knots from the out of 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 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 nigga in your gang want it   My AK slay gays, spray strays wit niggaz 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 nigga wave a Tec at Mase, 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 double sent, wanted for embezzlement   A lot of other things, but that's irrelavent      Chorus(x2):   [Styles]   If you love the money, then prepare to die for it   [DMX]   Niggaz done started somethin   [Styles]   You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it   [DMX]   Niggaz done started somethin      [Jadakiss]   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 kill em   Yeah I hear niggaz, 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 niggaz pardon, whatever   We can do it at the Garden   Word life, this shit is real big   I'm makin niggaz blow trial even if they not guilty      [Styles]   I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs   Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love   Twenty niggaz batter me, still couldn't shatter me   I'm only gettin up, splittin up your anatomy   Official lock family, grants niggaz 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 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 before you bark      Chorus      [DMX]   Don't came at me wit no bullshit, use caution   Cause when I wet shit, I dead shit, like abortions   For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering   Got niggaz fearin, fuck whatchu heard, this whatchu hearin   How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit   See if your hardest niggaz flip, when I start a bunch of shit   I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet   Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggaz see sheep   Bloodhounds found your shit 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 nigga that wouldn't listen   so you got whatchu came for   [Sheek]   What's that?   [DMX]   Surgery wit the chainsaw grrrrr, I hit the fuckin streets   cause like I said before ain't nothin goin down until I eat   Mu'fuckers think it's all about impressin bitches and stressin bitches   Well, I'm testin bitches game, adressin bitches, and caressin bitches   And dealin wit mu'fuckers on all levels   What I'm dealin wit is all devils, fuckin with snakes   Runnin wit niggaz you call rebels   I got an army of 730 niggaz, dirty niggaz   that come through and worry niggaz   30 niggaz that like to bury niggaz   And scary niggaz get it all the time   cause what they got is all of mine   Your man was talkin shit until I pulled the nine   And if I don't know you, I don't fuck 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   Bitch-ass niggaz who act snotty   Get it      These niggaz is for real   These niggaz ain't playin      This ain't no fuckin game   You think we playin?   Ruff Ryders   Grrrrrr