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) [Verse 1: 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 off 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 & 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 [Verse 2: 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 fuck 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 column '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)