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Who Shot Ya? (Club Mix)

The Notorious BIG2014年8月25日

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Who Shot Ya? (Club Mix) - The Notorious B.I.G.

As we proceed to give you what you need

9 to 5 mother***, get live mother***

As we proceed to give you what you need

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

 

As we proceed, to give you what you need

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

As we proceed to give you what you need

9 to 5 mother***, get live mother***

As we proceed to give you what you need

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 f**king mouth, open your

Didn't I tell you don't f**k with me, huh?

Didn't I tell you not to f**k with me, huh?

Look at you now, huh?

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

B**ch-a** ***a, what?

 

(Who shot ya?)

As we proceed to give you what you need

 

9 to 5 mother***, get live mother***

(Who shot ya?)

Get high mother***, ready to die mother***, hah

 

As we proceed to give you what you need

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***

As we proceed to give you what you need

Get live mother***, 9 to 5 mother***

J.M. mother***, J.M. mother***

As we proceed to give you what you need

 

***歌詞來自第三方***