[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
  Grrrrr