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who shot ya 04 (DatPiff Exclusive)
Beanie Sigel
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Who shot ya?
Rock-a-bye, motherfucker
I hope you high, motherfucker
Ready to die, motherfucker
All my BK niggas
Kill at will
Who shot ya?
Separate the weak from stay propped up
Turn my mic up
Yeah, turn my mic up
Turn the beat up
Yeah, uh
Who shot ya?
Nigga, feel the lead from my chopper
We can grab our piece and get deceased
And get it on, nigga, take this shit to the streets
But you'd rather rat and squeak to police
Until you get hit with the four pound heat
Blood start to leak, heart beat get weak
Send him to the priest, forever you'll sleep
Six feet deep, you drownin' in shit's creek
The sandman visit niggas in they sleep
Picture me in prison gettin' visits by the week
Even if they cuff 'em, my boys got instructions
Strictly destruction, everybody sufferin'
Your kids, butt-fuck 'em, stomp 'em with construction
Show mercy on nothin', beat 'em 'til they skin pussin'
Slaughter, torture, pour acid on your daughter
Your bitch pregnant, rape her, make her break her water
Now you can go and tell Jake that, lame nigga
It's the same nigga, Enquirer's front page, nigga
Like Bin Laden with his K in the cave, nigga
Hitmen for hire, guns gettin' paid, nigga
I got a hundred for your head in the bag
Another hundred if it's broad day on the ave
Who shot ya?
The evil genius, motherfuckers
Nigga, alls you seen was the light from the heat
Mask on tight, get away was so sweet
A bunch of black smoke, dual exhaust on the Jeep
Back tire screeched but ain't mark up the street
Homicide got the chalk up the street
Yellow tape off the block when I quake off the Glock
Extended clips, silencers on the hammers
Gats won't slip, rubber grips on the handles
Thou shalt not fuck with BC, scrappy
Prepare for that trip in that Caddy
I'm killin' you like full blown hair, break your kids
Like in the first verse but the shit get worse
No need for the hearse when the four pound burst
Blow up your face then show up at the wake
Piss on the casket or dump out your ashes
Shoot up the choir like the church on fire
Who shot ya?
Go 'head, nigga, rat to the coppers
If I gave a fuck I would've clapped up your doctor
Chased down and shot up the driver
Who pushed the ambulance, wouldn't be no second chances
IVs, gauze, and AIDS bandage
Crutches, canes, wheelchairs, a paratransit
Nigga, you better off with cancer or AIDS
Tryna run uphill with no legs
Who shot you, cocksuckers?
Public Enemy number fuckin' one!