เพลง Who Shot Ya? (2007 Remaster) (Explicit) (2007 Remaster|Explicit)

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'95 motherfuckers

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'95 motherfuckers

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As we proceed

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East coast motherfuckers

Bad Boy motherfuckers

Now turn the mics up

Turn that mic up,

yea that beat is knockin

to that microphone

J.M. motherfuckers

J.M. motherfuckers

'95 motherfuckers

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 llello

Peel more skins than Idaho potato

Niggaz know,

the lyrical 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

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'95 motherfuckers

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East coast motherfuckers

Bad Boy motherfuckers

Get high motherfuckers

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Smoke blunts motherfuckers

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Ready to die motherfuckers

'95 motherfuckers

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, cocksucker 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 thousand 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...

C'mere, c'mere

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?

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Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?

Bitch-ass nigga, what?

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Who shot ya?

Outro Puff Daddy

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'95 motherfuckers

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(Who shot ya?)

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Ready to Die motherfuckers

Hah!

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(Who shot ya?)

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'95 motherfuckers

East coast motherfuckers

Who shot ya?

West coast motherfuckers

West coast motherfuckers hah!

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'95 motherfuckers

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