Lord Tariq Startin' Somethin'
Intro:
Blackstreet: Peter Gunz (Gunz),
Lord Tariq (Riq),
Blackstreet (street),
in the house, its a mix (mix),
ugh (ugh), yea ugh (ugh),
the Gunz (Gunz)
Peter Gunz:
It seems like everywhere I go,
Haters wanna try and stop my flow,
Sayin, "is he really
seein' dough?"
Well, I'm a see just to let roadie show,
Then they wanna try to be my man,
Hang around just to see the mack plan,
Step aside my supply is in demand,
Oh fella won't you come and take a stand?
Now when I walk in the door,
Girls they be sayin,
"Peter is of the wall,
Love the way he ball, got
somethin for all of y'all,
Make ya hit the floor with the 4s
that be comin cross to y'all,"
It ain't nothin but the
snare and the kitch,
Ron sittin there scratchin yo head,
When they remember where you
get this hitch from,
Wanna come and get some, Gunz,
They love a one comin with another one
And another one,
How he the brother done,
Sayin that you ball with the
best, with the best
Say you want with the boogie white Lex,
Comin around, your
girlfriend runnin it down,
Playa hater I'm in yo
bathroom, comin it down,
Peter's just another cat from the Bronx,
With the funk, and get the
hoppin whuppin in the TVs
In your trunks,
So tell me what you want,
See you got the
know - just wanna be
CHORUS: Lord Tariq, Peter
Gunz and Chauncy Black
Startin' somethin',
Now if Gunz gets money, (yeah yeah)
and Lord gets money, (yeah yeah)
And if y'all get money, (yeah yeah)
Then we all get money, (yeah yeah)
And I'm a represent the--ooh, ooh
Down, down, down, down,
Do you like it? oh
Yeah, yeah
Do you like it, now
Yeah, yeah
Now do you like it? oh
Down, down, down, down
I represent the--
Tell me that you like it, now
Yeah, yeah
Lord Tariq:
Ay yo I pull up to the spot
in a brand new Benz,
Me and Track now this cause
we rellies in Rins,
See me behind the wheel of a 6-0-0
Like a bank to deniro, I'm in,
And then I step outside
the club like what?
The Benz and the Roleys
illuminatin the party with
the f..ck,
I can never be toe-up,
I'm cris from the flow up,
And I'm gettin playas sick
til they throw up,
And I'm in a minds state of those,
That have the world in a zone, in '88
The many cities I roam,
New York City's my home,
It's legal money,
So I got my next flooded with stones
And the Bronx like a quart of my own,
And I'm from the
Southeast, part of the
Bx,
where money ain't a problem
And frequent city blocks from the Bronx
That I haul 'em in,
Many find themselves in
the obituary cloumn
Cause they wanna be
CHORUS
Peter Gunz:
And there ain't nothin
But a blast from the past,
When I get gas,
Lettin cats know my only
mission's gettin cash, fast
Lord Tariq:
Better ask the question,
When the shit hits the fan,
Do you go and see the Lord
about confession?
Peter Gunz:
And I'll be movin, groovin,
showin and provin
Lettin niggas know what I be doing,
Frontin on Peter will get you fronted
Lord Tariq:
I said these cowards wanna kill me,
But it ain't too much
For yall cats to do it,
Just seal me, for real B
CHORUS
Outro: Chauncy Black
Now, say it to the world
Say it out loud
Say it to the world,
Say it out loud,
Whoo-ooh,
Blackstreet:
Boogie down (boogie down)
Peter Gunz (ugh, ugh)
Lord Tariq (ugh, ugh)
Chauncy Black (ugh, ugh)
Dub C (ugh, ugh)
Blackstreet (ugh, ugh)
Little man (ugh, ugh)
In the mix (in the mix) (ugh, ugh)
Boogie down (boogie down) (ugh, ugh)
Yeah representin
Repeat to fade
Ugh (ugh)
yeah, ugh (ugh)
(fade or repeat 7x)
