Who Shot Ya

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9 to 5 mother
, get live mother

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9 to 5 mother
, get live mother


Turn the mics up, turn that mic up
Yeah, that beat is knockin' to that microphone
Turn that
the
up, uh, what?
Turn it up louder, yeah, uh

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J.M. mother
, J.M. mother

9 to 5 mother


Who shot ya, separate the weak from the obsolete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on
,
all that bickerin' beef
I can hear sweat tricklin' down your cheek

Your heartbeat soun' like Sasquatch feet
Thunderin', shakin' the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots

Saw me in the drop, 3 in the corner
Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school, new school need to learn though
I burn, baby, burn like Disco Inferno

Burn slow like
with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
N
** know, the lyrical molestin' is takin' place

with B.I.G. it ain't safe

I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
Bumps and bruises, b
** and Land cruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
N
** mad because I know that Cash rules

Everythin' around me, two
nines
Any mother
whisperin' about mines
And I'm Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this

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, get live mother

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East coast mother
, Bad Boy mother


Get high mother
, get high mother

Smoke
mother
, get high mother

Ready to die mother
, 9 to 5 mother


I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
N
* wanna creep, got to watch my back
Think the Cognac and Indo sack make me slack?

I switches all that,
sucker G's up
One false move, get swiss cheesed up
Clip to Tec, respect, I demand it
Slip and break the 11th Commandment
'Thou shalt not
with raw C-Poppa'
Feel a thousand deaths when I drop ya

I feel for you, like Chaka Khan, I'm the don
P
* when I want Rolex on the arm, you'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake, lame
, brave


Turned front page
, Puff Daddy flips daily
I smoke the b
**, he slips on the Bailey's
On the rocks, tote
at christenings
And my
, in the fire position and what?

Come here, come here, open your fucking mouth, open your
Didn't I tell you don't fuck with me, huh?
Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me, huh?
Look at you now, huh?
Can't talk with a gun in your mouth, huh?
Bitch-ass
a, what?

(Who shot ya?)
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9 to 5 mother
, get live mother

(Who shot ya?)
Get high mother
, ready to die mother
, hah
(Who shot ya?)

As we proceed to give you what you need
(Who shot ya?)
9 to 5 mother
, east coast mother

(Who shot ya?)

West coast mother
, west coast mother

As we proceed to give you what you need
As we proceed to give you what you need

Get live mother
, get live mother

9 to 5 mother
, get money mother


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Get live mother
, 9 to 5 mother

J.M. mother
, J.M. mother

As we proceed to give you what you need
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