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)