ฟังเพลงI Shot Ya (Remix)

I Shot Ya (Remix) - LL Cool J/Keith Murray/Prodigy/Fat Joe/Foxy Brown

Haaah wooooooo

Yeah hah hah hah hah I love you

Keith Murray Def Squad

Mista Mista Mista Mista Smith

You wanna hit you wanna hit

Uhh gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad

Yo I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents

And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin' a sh*t

My style is all that and a big bag of chips wit the dip

F**k all that sensuous sh*t

I represent intellectual violence

And leave your click holier than the ten commandments

Like redman I shift with tha ruck

If ya if was a spliff we'd be all f**ked up word up

No need to ask you who is he son I get busy

Scuff my timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities Chicago la any of them

I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya

Cause youse a freak by nature

Can't wait to face ya mutilate ya

Drink your style down straight wit no chaser word up

My verbal combat's like a mini-mac to your back

As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react blaow

Tha lod love good confrontation or vamp word up

Break your concentration murder your camp

For tha jealous overzealous we fellaz

Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis

Niggaz comin' through and actin' wild

Y'all commercial niggaz better have a coke and a smile

I shot ya

Yo I conversate wit many men it's time to begin again

Forgot what I already knew aiyyo you hear me friend

Illuminati want my mind soul and my body

Secret society tryin' to keep they eye on me

But I'm stay incogni' in places they can't find me

Make my moves strategically the god

It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player

I use my thinker it coincides with my blinker

While you wondered what we sayin' on the records real

Yeah you motherf**kin' right kid you know the deal

My Mobb is Infamous just like the f**kin' title read

You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed

Some kids feeling guilty 'bout the

But you first baby girl so just face it awright

But anyway back on the real side of things

My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings

Not only is it inside the songs that we sing kid

Everything is real not just a song that we sing word up it's real

From my life to the paper what very accurately

Give you all of my two so maybe you can three

Prodigy will forever will s-h-i-n-e shine baby just shine

My sh*t attract millions like the moon attract the sea

How dare you ever in your life walk past me

Without acknowledgin' this man as g-o-d

Now who the f**k you think you talkin' to I pay dues I spray crews

Look I'm Joey Crack motherf**kers be like he's bad news

Runnin' this racket from New York to Montego

Slaughterin' people bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico

I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer

These b**ch a** niggaz know we stronger

Than these weaklings seekin' for respect that ain't there

Knuckleheads beware there's mad tension in the air

Tommy guns for fun shotties for block parties

While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi

Call the ambulance this man's wet

Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette

Razor which I keep hidden in my oral

Ready to spatter at any ad out that wants to quarrel

These feds want me for some tax evasion

Now that the fact that somebody's gettin' lucci that's not caucasian

Bullets be blazin' through these streets filled with torture what the deal pop

Joey Crack aka Kaiser Ceaser

Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks

To' down we sip drinks rockin' minks flashin' rings and things

Frontin' hardcore deep inside the Jeep mackin'

Doin' my thing fly ni**a you a Scarface king

B**ches grab ya ta-ta's get them niggaz for they chedda

F**k it Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers

Flossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox

Four carats the ice rocks p**sy bangin' like Versace locs pops

Want ta the creep on the light raw a** cheeks

I'm sexin' raw dog without protection diseaese infested

Uh Italiano got the Lucciano

I gets down f**kin' with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop

Boo I'm Jingling baby I got crazy Dominicans who pay me

To lay low I play slow

Roll with tha Firm Mafiaso crime king pin

It all real ni**a what tha deal

I shot ya

What the f**k I thought I conquered the whole world

Crushed Moe Dee Hammer and Ice-T's girl

But still niggaz want to instigate sh*t

I'll battle any ni**a in tha rap game quick

Name the spot I make it hot for ya b**ches

Female rappers too I don't give a f**k boo

Word I'm here to crush all my peers

Rhymes of the month in the source for twenty years

Niggaz scared I'm detrimental to your mental state

I use my presedential Rolex to be debate

Niggaz fight glock cocked ya temple gets f**ked

MC's that f**k with ll they gets bucked

That's real what's up with that I shot ya deal

Light sh*t niggaz slip now how the bullet feel

New York appeal in la they gang bang

But if you touch a mic your motherf**kin' a** hang

That's facts niggaz don't recieve no type of slack

Cause if they do they a** is always runnin' back

Not this time but next time I'ma name names

Ll shittin' from on top of the game

I shot ya