作词 : Bertha, Blackman, Jacobs ...
Yo, ayo let's get papers and pop more with holes up in skyscrapers
In condominiums, 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 comity like to puff
L's and look jiggy
Who wanna test this?
My semi leave you chest less
And ain't *******t that you can say to me when you be breathless
Young, but
I done did *******t that you won't do
So go ahead wit the bull*******t you blab about goin' through
I got *******z who pump on your block and in your spot
Who sit next to you?
Protectin' you?
But they'll murder you, playa
Don status, ******* we gettin' chipsesis
And bad *******sesis, frontin' in eclipsesis
Ayo, Mase and
The Lox we takin' knots from the out of state spots
Any ******* 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 ******* in your gang want it
My AK slay gays, spray strays wit *******z 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 ******* 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 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
*******z done started somethin'
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
*******z done started somethin'
If you love the money, then prepare to die for it
*******z done started somethin'
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
*******z done started somethin'
Yo, check out the kid that get coke like
SosaNever turned down chocha be in the
CostaRica, sippin' margaritas with a mami
Cleanin' my
Tommy, showin' love to my army
Whenever The
Lox find rippy blocks, we kill 'em
Yeah I hear *******z, 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
SugarhillJ 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 *******z pardon, whatever we can do it at the
GardenWord life, this *******t is real big
I'm makin' *******z blow trial even if they not guilty
I want a palace for my thugs, wit oriental rugs
Green bags from drugs, get wacked for the love
Twenty *******z batter me, still couldn't shatter me
I'm only gettin' up, splittin' up your anatomy
Official lock family, grants *******z 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
PesciAnd if rap was hockey,
I be Gretzky, puffin'
NestleAny ya *******z done started somethin'
Actin' invincible like you
God or somethin'
If you God, then
I'm a makes a lot till 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
*******z done started somethin'
You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it
*******z done started somethin'
Don't came at me with no bull*******t, use caution'
Cause when
I wet *******t,
I dead *******t, like abortions
For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering
Got *******z fearin', ******* what you heard, this what you hearin'
How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit?
See if your hardest *******z flip, when
I start a bunch of *******t
I like *******, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet'
Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, *******z see sheep
Bloodhounds found your *******t 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 gonna' be puttin' on that tag on your toe
Now who gonna 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 ******* that wouldn't listen
So you got what you came for what's that?
Surgery wit the chainsaw,
I hit the ******' streets'
Cause like
I said before ain't nothin' goin' down until
I ea**u' *******s think it's all about impressin' ******* and stressin' *******
Well, I'm testin' ******* game, adressin' *******, and caressin' *******
And dealin' with mu'*******s on all levels
What I'm dealin' with is all devils
******' with snakes, runnin' with *******z you call rebels
I got an army of 730 *******z, dirty *******z
That come through and worry *******z 30 *******z that like to bury *******z
And scary *******z get it all the time 'cause what they got is all of mine
Your man was talkin' *******t until
I pulled the nine
And if I don't know you,
I don't ******* with you
And if you with my man, then he gettin' stuck with you
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
*******-ass *******z who act snotty, get it
These *******z is for real, these *******z ain't playin'
This ain't no ******' game, you think we playin'?
Ruff Ryders