Epmd - U Got Shot LyricsYou got shot cause you knock knock knockedWhos there? another mother*****in hardrock -> odbWhoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow -> odbIntroducing, yo ***** that niggas name! -> odbIf you wanna step to my mother*****in repChk-chk, blaow blaow blaow, blown traject -> odbGimme my *****in shit, chk-chk, blaow! -> odbYou got shot cause you knock knock knocked..[parrish smith]On my knees at the mercy of godStraight up back up I keeps it hardYou like to watch but cant touch this niggaOr catch a chargePapichulo, with karate chops, just like judo*****in coolo make you quit rap and go sing with menudoUndergrounds where we live and thats where well be when you leaveOverachieve, Id rather be rockin apollo creedTime to speak up, faggot niggaz droppin these weak cutsWere the b-boys, hows about some hardcore in the speakersFor the mic dons, ? ?? ? , pmd shinin with my stripes onIn the saddle, ***** around, get your shit rattledNo paddles up shits creek when time to battleSame place, same bat time, so ***** a bat channelThis nigga, object of game, get your pockets biggerBiggie, pac, and eaze - one love, them still my *****in niggazWe dont need no gat, just ***** me *****in backAnd watch me spitfire my ? volerical? factIts a sign of a miracle that, my iron spittinAint peelin your cap, me and the devil had a spiritual chatCause Im eviler with lyrical rapThan a black cat, on a black night, and Im blackIn the moonshinin, Im sippin starsky and hutchWhile my rims blindin, while p rollin the dutchCause Im too much for mas and grandpas to solveRoll the windows to your cars, when out at largeWho the *****s in charge? charles laston saulsI got his mom suckin my balls like a fresh pack of hallsRight hand to allah, Im the roughest of the rawNobodys ever seen what they seen and never sawWhen I jump in my car, they go ooh and ahhEpmd, 215, and 8-off agallah[8-off]Yo 215, who the ***** was them cats up in the car?One of them got a gat, the other one wanna sparJumpin out the car, pop a trunk, swingin crowbarsStick up my seeds in my fiends for the gsPeople low self-esteem rockin the gleam, hotter than steamWhen I blow off the top I got this cream like bill rothsteinAnd when I rob unique excitement is, why you screamSo put your hands together, get your mans togetherHeres the plan together heres the gun together lets run togetherSoldier mind crime nigga, *****-down live nigga8-offs gonna hit em like, five niggaz, suprise niggaz[erick sermon]Aiyyo you hit em like thatI bust em from the back, to the extremeHit em up, make em scream like a *****And switch up, for the mix up, and dig a ditch upAnd bounce, then for luck, I throw a six upAnd hook off like prince naseem a headDuck yo head, or go inside insteadStep to me bourgeoise? fancy as dandy?You get killed, like you was jon-benet ramseyAnd some of yall just plain civiliansTalkin shit, and never even seen a millionActin like yall sicilians, when yall niggazWith small figures, and chasin gold diggers(mother*****ers) dont even come up to me yappinOr youll die hard with bruce and sam jacksonRight now, you wanna duel, you foolIm a dogg 4 life like my nigga ja ruleWho wanna flex, with the influentialWith mad credentials on instrumentals were too essentialThe mic and the beat, now shits completeFor me to kick your ass, for talkin trash, punkYou got shot cause you knock knock knockedWhos there? another mother*****in hardrock -> odbWhoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow -> odbIntroducing, yo ***** that niggas name! -> odbIf you wanna step to my mother*****in repChk-chk, blaow blaow blaow, blown traject -> odbGimme my *****in shit, chk-chk, blaow! -> odbYou got shot cause you knock knock knocked..