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I Shot Ya (feat. Fat Joe, Foxy Brown, Keith Murray & The Prodigy) [Remix]
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Ha! Yeah, L.O.D Keith Murray, Def Squad Mister, mister, mister, Mister Smith You want a hit? Give me a hour plus a pen and a pad I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet taking a shit My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip **** all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your clique holier than the Ten Commandments Like Redman, I shift with the ruck If your if was a spliff, we'd be all ****ed up (Word up) No need to ask you who is he, son I get busy Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard on many rough cities (Chicago, LA, any of 'em) I'll have to Norman Bate you I love ta hate you cause you's a freak by nature Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya Drink your style down straight with no chaser My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggas try to over react The L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp Break your concentration, murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we fellas Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggas coming through and acting wild Y'all commercial niggas better have a coke and a smile I shot ya! I conversate with many men, it's time to begin again Forgot what I already knew, ayo, you hear me friend? Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body Secret society, trying to keep they eye on me But I'ma stay incogni', in places they can't find me Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker While you wondered what we saying on the records real Yeah, you motha****in' right kid you know the deal My Mobb is Infamous just like the ****in' title read You get back slapped so hard, make ya nose bleed Some def kids feeling guilty 'bout the space shit The truth hurts baby girl so just face it (alright) But anyway, back on the real side of things My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not only is it inside the songs that we sing Everything is real not just a song that we sing From my life to the paper, very accurately Give you all of my two so maybe you can three Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea How dare you ever in your life walk past me Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D. I shot you faggot ass Now who the **** you think you talking to I pay dues, I spray crews Look, I'm Joey Crack, mother****ers be like, "He's bad news" Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer These bitch-ass niggas know we stronger Than these weaklings, seeking 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 ambulette, 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 Mad at the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture Joey Crack a.k.a. Keyser Soze Thug niggas give they minks to chinks, tore down We sip drinks, rockin' minks, flashin' rings and things Frontin' hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin' Doin' my thing, fly nigga, you a Scarface king Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they cheddar **** it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers Flossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin' like Versace locs pops Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks I'm sexin' raw dog without protection, disease infested, uh! Italiano got the Lucciano I gets down, ****in' 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 The Firm, Mafioso crime kingpin It all real nigga, what the deal? I shot ya What the ****, I thought I conquered the world? Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl But still, niggas want to instigate shit I'll battle any nigga in the rap game quick Name the spot, I make it hot for you bitches Female rappers too, I don't give a ****, boo Word, I'm here to crush all my peers Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state I use my presidential Rolex to be the bait Niggas fight, Glock cocked, ya temple gets ****ed MCs that **** with LL, they gets bucked That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal? Light shit, niggas slip, now how the bullet feel? New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang But if you touch a mic, your mother****in ass hang That's facts, niggas don't receive no type of slack 'Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin' back Not this time, but next time, I'ma name names LL, shitting from on top of the game I shot ya!
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