Текст песни LL Cool J - I Shot Ya (feat. Keith Murray)

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"I Shot Ya (Remix)" (feat. Fat Joe, Foxy Brown, K. Murray, Prodigy) [Verse One: Keith Murray] Haaah! (wooooooo!) Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?) Uhh, gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip Fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments Like Redman I shift with tha ruck If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up (Word up!) No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them) I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya Cause youse a freak by nature Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya Drink your style down straight wit no chaser (Word up!) My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react (BLAOW!) Tha L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp (Word up!) Break your concentration, murder your camp For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellaz Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggaz comin through and actin wild Y'all commercial niggaz better have a Coke and a smile I SHOT YA! [Verse Two: Prodigy] Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again Forgot what I already knew, aiyyo you hear me friend? Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me But I'm 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 sayin on the records real Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin title read You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ---- But you first baby girl so just face it (awright) But anyway, back on the real side of things My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid) Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real) From my life to the paper (what), very accurately Give you all of my two so maybe you can three Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine) My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea How dare you ever in your life walk past me Without acknowledgin this man as G-O-D I shot ya faggot ass [Verse Three: Fat Joe] Now who the fuck you think you talkin to, I pay dues I spray crews Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego Slaughterin people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger Than these weaklings, seekin, 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 ambulance, 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 Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture (what the deal pop) Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser [Verse Four: Foxxy Brown] Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, flashin rings and things (what the deal) Frontin hardcor

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