Album: It's Dark And Hell Is Hot
[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