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Who Shot Ya Lyrics

Intro: Puff Daddy

As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 m************
get live m************ -- 2X
As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast m************
Bad Boy m************

BIG - Now turn the mics up
Turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin
to that microphone
Turn that s*** the f*** up
Uh, what?
Turn it up louder
Yea, uh

As we proceed, to give you
what you need
J.M. m************
J.M. m************
9 to 5 m************

Verse One:

Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on n****, f*** 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 ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
n***** know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
f***** with B.I.G. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
b**ps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
n***** mad because I know that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two glock nines
Any m*********** whispering about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this

Interlude:

As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 m************
get live m************
As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast m************
Bad Boy m************

Get high m************
Get high m************
Smoke blunts m************
Get high m************
Ready to die m************
9 to 5 m************

Verse Two:

I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
n***** wanna creep, got ta watch my back
Think the Cognac and endo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, c********** 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*** with raw C-Poppa
Feel a thosand 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 n****
Brave n****, turned front page n****
Puff Daddy flips daily
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's
on the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
And my c***, in the fire position and...

(Get live m************
Ready to Die m************)
C'mere, c'mere [it ain't gotta be like that Big]
open your f****** mouth, open your... didn't I tell you
don't f*** with me? [*m***led* c'mon man] Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to f*** with me?
(as we proceed) [c'mon man] Look at you now
(to give you what you need) Huh? [c'mon man]
(9 to 5 m************) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
(get live m************) b****-a** n****, what?
(get live m************) [*m***led sounds, six gun shots*]
(as we proceed...) Who shot ya?

Outro: Puff Daddy

...to give you what you need
9 to 5 m************
Get live m************

(Who shot ya?)

Get high m************
Ready to Die m************
Hah!!
As we proceed...

(Who shot ya?)

...to give you what you need
9 to 5 m************
East coast m************

(Who shot ya?)

West coast m************...
West coast m************... hah!
As we proceed, to give you what you need
As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live m************
9 to 5 m************
Get money m************

As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live m************
9 to 5 m************
J.M. m************
J.M. m************
As we proceeeeeeed
To give you what you need...
9 to 5...
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