Who Shot Ya

Notorious B.I.G.

  • 																					* originally from the 'Big Poppa' vinyl 12"

    Intro: Puff Daddy

    As we proceed
    to give you what you need
    9 to 5 motherfuckers
    get live motherfuckers -- 2X

    As we proceed
    to give you what you need
    East coast motherfuckers
    Bad Boy motherfuckers

    BIG - Now turn the mics up
    Turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin
    to that microphone
    Turn that shit the fuck up
    Uh, what?
    Turn it up louder
    Yea, uh

    As we proceed, to give you
    what you need
    J.M. motherfuckers
    J.M. motherfuckers
    9 to 5 motherfuckers

    Verse One:

    Who shot ya?
    Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
    Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
    It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
    I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
    Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet
    Thundering, shaking the concrete
    Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
    Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
    Saw me in the drop, three 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 blunts with ya-yo
    Peel more skins than Idaho potato
    Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
    Fuckin with B.I.G. it ain't safe
    I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
    Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
    Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
    Niggaz mad because I know that Cash Rules
    Everything Around Me, two glock nines
    Any motherfucker whispering about mines
    And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
    You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this

    Interlude:

    As we proceed
    to give you what you need
    9 to 5 motherfuckers
    get live motherfuckers

    As we proceed
    to give you what you need
    East coast motherfuckers
    Bad Boy motherfuckers

    Get high motherfuckers
    Get high motherfuckers
    Smoke blunts motherfuckers
    Get high motherfuckers
    Ready to die motherfuckers
    9 to 5 motherfuckers

    Verse Two:

    I seen the light excite all the freaks
    Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
    Niggaz wanna creep, got ta watch my back
    Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
    I switches all that, cock-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 fuck with raw C-Poppa
    Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya
    I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
    Pussy 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 nigga
    Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
    Puff Daddy flips daily
    I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's
    on the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
    And my cock, in the fire position and...

    (Get live motherfuckers
    Ready to Die motherfuckers)

    C'mere, c'mere [it ain't gotta be like that Big]
    open your fucking mouth, open your... didn't I tell you
    don't fuck with me? [*muffled* c'mon man] Huh?
    Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me?
    (as we proceed) [c'mon man] Look at you now
    (to give you what you need) Huh? [c'mon man]
    (9 to 5 motherfuckers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
    (get live motherfuckers) Bitch-ass nigga, what?
    (get live motherfuckers) [*muffled sounds, six gun shots*]
    (as we proceed...) Who shot ya?

    Outro: Puff Daddy

    ...to give you what you need
    9 to 5 motherfuckers
    Get live motherfuckers

    (Who shot ya?)

    Get high motherfuckers
    Ready to Die motherfuckers
    Hah!!
    As we proceed...

    (Who shot ya?)

    ...to give you what you need
    9 to 5 motherfuckers
    East coast motherfuckers

    (Who shot ya?)

    West coast motherfuckers...
    West coast motherfuckers... hah!
    As we proceed, to give you what you need
    As we proceed
    to give you what you need
    Get live motherfuckers
    9 to 5 motherfuckers
    Get money motherfuckers

    As we proceed
    to give you what you need
    Get live motherfuckers
    9 to 5 motherfuckers
    J.M. motherfuckers
    J.M. motherfuckers
    As we proceeeeeeed
    To give you what you need...
    9 to 5...

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