Текст песни NOTORIOUS B.I.G - Who Shot Ya
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Текст песни NOTORIOUS B.I.G - Who Shot Ya
Intro: Puff DaddyAs we proceedto give you what you need9 to 5 motherfuckersget live motherfuckers -- 2XAs we proceed( )to give you what you needEast coast motherfuckersBad Boy motherfuckersBIG - Now turn the mics up Turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin to that microphone Turn that shit the fuck up Uh, what? Turn it up louder Yea, uhAs we proceed, to give youwhat you needJ.M. motherfuckersJ.M. motherfuckers9 to 5 motherfuckersVerse One:Who shot ya?Seperate the weak from the ob-soleteHard to creep them Brooklyn streetsIt's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beefI can hear sweat trickling down your cheekYour heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feetThundering, shaking the concreteFinish it, stop, when I foil the plotNeighbors call the cops said they heard mad shotsSaw me in the drop, three in the cornerSlaughter, electrical tape around your daughterOld school new school need to learn thoughI burn baby burn like Disco InfernoBurn slow like blunts with ya-yoPeel more skins than Idaho potatoNiggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin placeFuckin with B.I.G. it ain't safeI make your skin chafe, rashes on the massesBumps and bruises, blunts and LandcruisersBig Poppa smash fools, bash foolsNiggaz mad because I know that Cash RulesEverything Around Me, two glock ninesAny motherfucker whispering about minesAnd I'm, Crooklyn's finestYou rewind this, Bad Boy's behind thisInterlude:As we proceedto give you what you need9 to 5 motherfuckersget live motherfuckersAs we proceedto give you what you needEast coast motherfuckersBad Boy motherfuckersGet high motherfuckersGet high motherfuckersSmoke blunts motherfuckersGet high motherfuckersReady to die motherfuckers9 to 5 motherfuckersVerse Two:I seen the light excite all the freaksStack mad chips, spread love with my peepsNiggaz wanna creep, got ta watch my backThink the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?I switches all that, cock-sucker G's upOne false move, get swiss cheesed upClip to Tec, respect I demand itSlip and break the, 11th CommandmentThou shalt not fuck with raw C-PoppaFeel a thosand deaths when I drop yaI feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the donPussy when I want Rolex on the armYou'll die slow but calmRecognize my face, so there won't be no mistakeSo you know where to tell Jake, lame niggaBrave nigga, turned front page niggaPuff Daddy flips dailyI smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey'son the rocks, tote glocks at christeningsAnd my cock, in the fire position and...(Get live motherfuckers Ready to Die motherfuckers)C'mere, c'mere [it ain't gotta be like that Big]open your fucking mouth, open your... didn't I tell youdon't fuck with me? [*muffled* c'mon man] Huh?Didn't I tell you not to fuck 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 motherfuckers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?(get live motherfuckers) Bitch-ass nigga, what?(get live motherfuckers) [*muffled sounds, six gun shots*](as we proceed...) Who shot ya?Outro: Puff Daddy