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Who Shot Ya

The Notorious BIG2006年2月2日

歌詞

 

As we proceed

 

To give you what you need

 

'95 motherf**kers

 

Get live motherf**kers

 

As we proceed

To give you what you need

 

'95 motherf**kers

 

Get live motherf**kers

 

As we proceed

 

To give you what you need

 

East coast motherf**kers

 

Bad Boy motherf**kers

 

As we proceed,

 

To give you

 

What you need

 

J.M. motherf**kers

 

J.M. motherf**kers

 

'95 motherf**kers

 

Who shot ya?

Seperate the weak from the ob-solete

Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets

 

It's on ni**a, f**k 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

F**kin 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 motherf**ker whispering 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

 

'95 motherf**kers

 

Get live motherf**kers

 

As we proceed

To give you what you need

East coast motherf**kers

 

Bad Boy motherf**kers

 

Get high motherf**kers

 

Get high motherf**kers

 

Smoke blunts motherf**kers

 

Get high motherf**kers

 

Ready to die motherf**kers

 

'95 motherf**kers

 

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 f**k with raw C Poppa

Feel a thousand deaths when I drop ya

I feel for you,

Like Chaka Khan I'm the don

P**sy 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 ni**a

Brave ni**a, turned front page ni**a

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 motherf**kers

Ready to Die motherf**kers)

C'mere, c'mere

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?

Look at you now

To give you what you need Huh?

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

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

 

Who shot ya?

Puff Daddy

To give you what you need

'95 motherf**kers

 

Get live motherf**kers

 

(Who shot ya?)

Get high motherf**kers

 

Ready to Die motherf**kers

 

Hah!!

 

As we proceed

(Who shot ya?)

 

To give you what you need

 

'95 motherf**kers

 

East coast motherf**kers

 

(Who shot ya?)

 

West coast motherf**kers

 

West coast motherf**kers hah!

 

As we proceed, to give you what you need

 

As we proceed

To give you what you need

 

Get live motherf**kers

 

Get live motherf**kers

 

'95 motherf**kers

 

Get money motherf**kers

As we proceed

 

To give you what you need

 

Get live motherf**kers

 

Get live motherf**kers

 

'95 motherf**kers

 

J.M. motherf**kers

 

J.M. motherf**kers

 

As we proced

To give you what you need

Who Shot Ya - The Notorious B.I.G

 

 

***歌詞來自第三方***