LL Cool J, Fat Joe, Foxy Brown, Keith Murray, Prodigy - I Shot Ya (Remix)(1995)

[00:02.31] Ha!
[00:04.48] Yeah (ha, ha, ha)
[00:07.34] L.O.D
[00:09.50] Keith Murray
[00:10.63] Def Squad (Def Squad)
[00:14.19] Mister, Mister, Mister, Mister Smith
[00:17.41] You want a hit?
[00:20.26] Ugh
[00:21.66] Give me a hour plus a pen and a pad
[00:23.97] Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of 15 cents
[00:26.93] And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet taking a shit
[00:29.75] My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip (drip)
[00:33.44] Fuck all that sensuous shit (drip)
[00:35.73] I represent intellectual violence
[00:37.65] And leave your clique holier than the Ten Commandments
[00:40.80] Like Redman, I shift with the ruck
[00:43.40] If your "if" was a spliff, we'd be all fucked up (word up)
[00:46.31] No need to ask you, "Who is he?" Son I get busy
[00:48.93] Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard on many rough cities
[00:52.03] (Chicago, LA, any of 'em) I'll have to Norman Bate you (yeah)
[00:54.50] I love ta hate you cause you's a freak by nature
[00:57.58] Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya
[01:00.18] Drink your style down straight with no chaser (word up)
[01:03.35] My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back (uh-huh)
[01:06.11] As soon as one of you niggas try to over react (blaow!)
[01:08.33] The L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp (word up)
[01:11.84] Break your concentration, murder your camp (ugh)
[01:13.67] For the jealous, overzealous, we fellas
[01:17.39] Blow the spot like Branford Marsalis (Bom-bom-bom)
[01:19.68] Niggas coming through and acting wild (word)
[01:22.11] Y'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a smile
[01:25.19] I shot ya!
[01:25.26] Yo! I conversate with many men (what), it's time to begin again
[01:27.54] Forgot what I already knew, ayo, you hear me friend?
[01:31.09] Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body
[01:33.89] Secret society, trying to keep they eye on me (nah, nah)
[01:37.13] But I'ma stay incogni', in places they can't find me
[01:40.20] Make my moves strategically, the G-O-D
[01:42.46] It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player
[01:45.39] I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker
[01:48.38] While you wondered what we saying on the records real (what)
[01:50.69] Yeah, you motherfucking right, kid, you know the deal
[01:53.35] My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin' title read
[01:56.00] You get back-slapped so hard, make ya nose bleed (ahh!)
[01:58.81] Some kids feeling guilty 'bout the
[02:01.39] The truth hurts, baby girl, so just face it (alright)
[02:04.31] But anyway, back on the real side of things
[02:06.92] My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings
[02:09.40] Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)
[02:12.53] Everything is real, not just a song that we sing (word up)
[02:15.05] From my life to the paper (what), very accurately
[02:17.50] Give you all of my two so maybe you can three
[02:20.62] Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine, baby, shine, shine, yeah)
[02:23.52] My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea
[02:25.96] How dare you ever in your life walk past me (what)
[02:28.82] Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D
[02:31.37] I shot your faggot ass
[02:31.90] Ugh, now, who the fuck you think you talking to?
[02:32.39] I pay dues, I spray crews
[02:33.96] Look, I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like, "He's bad news"
[02:36.79] Runnin' this racket, from New York to Montego
[02:39.60] Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico
[02:42.76] I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer
[02:45.24] These bitch-ass niggas know we stronger than these weaklings
[02:48.84] Seeking for respect that ain't there
[02:50.45] Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air
[02:53.14] Tommy guns for fun, shawties for block parties
[02:55.98] While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi
[02:58.84] Call the ambulatte, this man's wet
[03:01.62] Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette
[03:04.48] Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral
[03:07.12] Ready to spat out at any adult that wants to quarrel
[03:10.23] These feds want me for some tax evasion
[03:12.54] Mad at the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian
[03:15.66] Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture
[03:18.17] (What the deal, pop? Ugh) Joey Crack a.k.a. Keyser Söze
[03:20.59] Thug niggas give they minks to chinks, tore down
[03:23.69] We sip drinks, rockin' minks, flashin' rings and things (on the real)
[03:26.32] Frontin' hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin'
[03:29.02] Doin' my thing, fly nigga, you a Scarface king (ugh)
[03:31.68] Bitches grab ya ta-tas, get them niggas for they cheddar
[03:34.89] Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers (ugh)
[03:37.60] Flossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox
[03:39.70] Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin'
[03:41.76] Like Versace locs, pops (so what the deal)
[03:43.43] Wanna creep? Open like raw asscheeks
[03:44.96] I'm sexin' raw-dog without protection, disease infested, ugh!
[03:48.82] Italiano got the Luccianno
[03:50.95] I gets down, fuckin' with Brown, Fox, extra keys to the drop
[03:54.35] Boo, I'm jingling, baby (ugh, yeah yeah)
[03:55.68] I got crazy Dominicans who pay me to lay low, I play slow
[03:59.48] Roll with The Firm, Mafioso crime kingpin
[04:02.37] It all real, nigga, what the deal? I shot ya!
[04:05.47] What the fuck? I thought I conquered the world
[04:07.66] Crushed Moe Dee (Ugh), Hammer, and Ice-T's girls
[04:10.63] But still, niggas want to instigate shit
[04:13.11] I'll battle any nigga in the rap game quick
[04:15.75] Name the spot, I make it hot for you bitches
[04:18.54] Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck, boo
[04:21.78] Word, I'm here to crush all my peers
[04:24.55] Rhymes of the month in The Source for 20 years
[04:26.10] Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state
[04:29.62] I use my presidential Rolex to be the bait
[04:32.49] Niggas fight, Glock cocked, ya temple gets fucked
[04:35.23] MCs that fuck with LL, they gets bucked
[04:38.19] That's real, what's up with that "I Shot Ya" deal?
[04:40.65] Light shit, niggas slip, now, how the bullet feel?
[04:43.53] New York'll peel, in L.A., they gangbang
[04:46.48] But if you touch a mic, your motherfuckin' ass hang
[04:49.27] That's facts, niggas don't receive no type of slack
[04:51.75] 'Cause if they do (ugh), they ass is always runnin' back (yeah)
[04:54.66] Not this time, but next time, I'ma name names
[04:57.56] L.L., shitting from on top of the game
[05:00.05] I shot ya!
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