Who Shot Ya

Intro: Puff Daddy As we proceed to give you what you need 9 to 5 motherf**kers get live motherf**kers -- 2X As we proceed to give you what you need East coast motherf**kers Bad Boy motherf**kers BIG - Now turn the mics up Turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin to that microphone Turn that shit the f**k up Uh, what? Turn it up louder Yea, uh As we proceed, to give you what you need J.M. motherf**kers J.M. motherf**kers 9 to 5 motherf**kers Verse One: Who shot ya? Seperate the weak from the ob-solete Leap hard to creep them Brooklyn streets It's on nigga, 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 thow I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo Peel more skins than Idaho potato Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place f**kin with B.I.G. it ain't safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on the ma*ses 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 Interlude: As we proceed to give you what you need 9 to 5 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 9 to 5 motherf**kers Verse Two: 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, cock-s*cker 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 thosand deaths when I drop ya I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don pus*y 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 nigga Brave nigga, turned front page nigga 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 [it ain't gotta be like that Big] open your f**king mouth, open your... didn't I tell you don't f**k with me? [*muffled* c'mon man] Huh? Didn't I tell you not to f**k 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 motherf**kers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh? (get live motherf**kers) Bitch-a*s nigga, what? (get live motherf**kers) [*muffled sounds, six gun shots*] (as we proceed...) Who shot ya? Outro: Puff Daddy ...to give you what you need 9 to 5 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 9 to 5 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 9 to 5 motherf**kers Get money motherf**kers As we proceed to give you what you need Get live motherf**kers 9 to 5 motherf**kers J.M. motherf**kers J.M. motherf**kers As we proceeeeeeed To give you what you need... 9 to 5...