Who Shot Ya? (2005 Remaster|Explicit) - The Notorious B.I.G.

Lyrics by：The Notorious B.I.G.

Composed by：Sean Combs/The Notorious B.I.G./N. Myrick/A. Wruble/H. Magidson

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9-5 motherf**kers

Get live motherf**kers

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What you need

9-5 motherf**kers

Get live motherf**kers

Now turn the mics up

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Turn up with the f**ker

But

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JM motherf**kers motherf**kers

JM motherf**kers motherf**kers

9-5 motherf**kers uh

Who shot ya Separate the weak from the obsolete

Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets

It's on n***a f**k all that bickerin' beef

I can hear sweat tricklin' down your cheek

Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet

Thunderin' shakin' the concrete

Then the s**t stop when I foil the plot

Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots

Mad shots

Saw me in the drop three and a quarter

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 yayo

Peel more skins than Idaho Potato

N***as know the lyrical molesting is taking place

F**king with BIG it ain't safe

I make your skin chafe rashes on them asses

Bumps and bruises blunts and Land Cruisers

Big Poppa smash fools bash fools

N***as mad because I know that cash rules

Everything around me two glock nines

Any motherf**ker whispering about mines

And I'm

And I'm Crooklyn's finest

Crooklyn's finest

You rewind this

Bad boy's behind this

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9-5 motherf**kers what

Get live motherf**kers

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East coast motherf**kers motherf**kers

Bad boy motherf**kers motherf**kers

No no no

Get you wanna do

Get high motherf**kers motherf**kers

Get high

Get high motherf**kers uh uh

No no no

Smoke blunts motherf**kers uh

Get high motherf**kers 9-5 uh

Ready to die

Ready to die motherf**kers uh

9-5 9-5 motherf**kers uh

I seen the light excite all the freaks

Stack mad chips spread love with my peeps

N***as wanna creep gotta watch my back

Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack

I switches all that cocksucker 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 nor see Poppa

Feel a thousand deaths when I drop you

I feel for you like Chaka Khan I'm the don

P***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 n***a

Brave n***a turned front page n***a

Puff daddy flips daily

I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys

On the rocks

On the rocks tote glocks at christenings

Hammer cock in the fire position and

Ready to die

Ready to die

Come here come here

Open your f**king mouth open your

Didn't I tell you don't f**k with me

Didn't I tell you not to f**k with me

Look at you now

Can you what you need

Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh

B***h-ass n***a what

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