Yo, ay yo let's get papers and pop Mo' with hoes 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 wan' test this? My semi leave you chestless

And ain't *** that you can say to me when you be breathless

Young, but I done did *** that you won't do

So go ahead with the bull*** you blab about going through

I got niggas who pump on yo' block and in yo' spot

Who sit next to you? Protecting you?

But they'll murder you, player

Don status, nigga we getting chipsesis

And bad bitchsesis, fronting in eclipses Yo, Mase and The Lox

We taking 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 with niggas names on it

Often I bug, then we'll soften a thug

Have a chump coughing 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 doing 'em

Then I'm beating 'em down with aluminum

Then I'm putting 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

Niggas done started something

You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it

Niggas done started something

If you love the money, then prepare to die for it

Niggas done started something

You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it

Niggas done started something Yo, check out the kid that get coke like Sosa

Never turned down chocha, be in the Costa

Rica, sipping margaritas wit a mami

Cleaning my Tommy, showing love to my army

Whenever The Lox find rippy blocks, we kill 'em

Yeah I hear niggas, but I still don't feel 'em

And this for the listeners, and prisoners

And them jealous rap cats that prefer dissing 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, spitting clips at your face

We started from the bottom

You'll see beg niggas pardon, whatever

We can do it at the Garden

Word life, this *** is real big

I'm making niggas blow trial even if they not guilty I want a palace for my thugs, with oriental rugs

Green backs from drugs, get whacked for the love

Twenty niggas batter me, still couldn't shatter me

I'm only getting up, splitting up your anatomy

Official lock family, grants niggas handing me

I want the finer things, and I hope you understanding me

Sitting at the table, planning and plug the fan in

Let the sweat dry off and then *** 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

And y'all niggas done started something

Acting invincible like you God or something

If you God, then I'mma makes a lot 'til you rot

And if you a player, then play for everything you got

And if you a thug, then start busting off shots

And if you a dog, you better bite before you bark If you love the money, then prepare to die for it

Niggas done started something

You can lay in the flames, or hug the sky for it

Niggas done started something Don't came at me with no bull***, use caution

'Cause when I wet ***, I dead ***, like abortions

For bigger portions, of extortion then racketeering

Got niggas fearing, *** what you heard, this what you hearing

How much darker must it get, how much harder must it hit

See if your hardest niggas flip, when I start a bunch of ***

I like pussy, but not up in my face, so gimme three feet

'Cause when we creep, no more than three deep, niggas see sheep

Bloodhounds found your *** 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 putting 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 what you came for

What's that? Surgery with the chainsaw, I hit the ***ing streets

'Cause like I said before ain't nothing going down until I eat

Mother***ers think it's all about impressing bitches and stressing bitches

Well, I'm testing bitches game, addressing bitches, and caressing bitches

And dealing with mother***ers on all levels

What I'm dealing with is all devils, ***ing with snakes

Running wit niggas you call rebels

I got an army of 730 niggas, dirty niggas

That come through and worry niggas

30 niggas that like to bury niggas

And scary niggas get it all the time

'Cause what they got is all of mine

Your man was talking *** 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 getting 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 with the black shotty

Bitch-ass niggas that act snotty

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