Notorious B.I.G. - Who Shot Ya Lyrics
* originally from the big poppa vinyl 12Intro: puff daddyAs we proceedTo give you what you need9 to 5 mother*****ersGet live mother*****ers -- 2xAs we proceedTo give you what you needEast coast mother*****ersBad boy mother*****ersBig - now turn the mics upTurn that mic up, yea that beat is knockinTo that microphoneTurn that shit the ***** upUh, what?Turn it up louderYea, uhAs we proceed, to give youWhat you needJ.m. mother*****ersJ.m. mother*****ers9 to 5 mother*****ersVerse one:Who shot ya?Seperate the weak from the ob-soleteHard to creep them brooklyn streetsIts on nigga, ***** 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 place*****in with b.i.g. it aint 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 mother*****er whispering about minesAnd im, crooklyns finestYou rewind this, bad boys behind thisInterlude:As we proceedTo give you what you need9 to 5 mother*****ersGet live mother*****ersAs we proceedTo give you what you needEast coast mother*****ersBad boy mother*****ersGet high mother*****ersGet high mother*****ersSmoke blunts mother*****ersGet high mother*****ersReady to die mother*****ers9 to 5 mother*****ersVerse 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, *****-sucker gs upOne false move, get swiss cheesed upClip to tec, respect I demand itSlip and break the, 11th commandmentThou shalt not ***** with raw c-poppaFeel a thosand deaths when I drop yaI feel for you, like chaka khan Im the don***** when I want rolex on the armYoull die slow but calmRecognize my face, so there wont 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 baileysOn the rocks, tote glocks at christeningsAnd my *****, in the fire position and...(get live mother*****ersReady to die mother*****ers)Cmere, cmere [it aint gotta be like that big]Open your *****ing mouth, open your... didnt I tell youDont ***** with me? [*muffled* cmon man] huh?Didnt I tell you not to ***** with me?(as we proceed) [cmon man] look at you now(to give you what you need) huh? [cmon man](9 to 5 mother*****ers) cant talk with a gun in your mouth huh?(get live mother*****ers) *****-ass nigga, what?(get live mother*****ers) [*muffled sounds, six gun shots*](as we proceed...) who shot ya?Outro: puff daddy...to give you what you need9 to 5 mother*****ersGet live mother*****ers(who shot ya? )Get high mother*****ersReady to die mother*****ersHah!!As we proceed...(who shot ya? )...to give you what you need9 to 5 mother*****ersEast coast mother*****ers(who shot ya? )West coast mother*****ers...West coast mother*****ers... hah!As we proceed, to give you what you needAs we proceedTo give you what you needGet live mother*****ers9 to 5 mother*****ersGet money mother*****ersAs we proceedTo give you what you needGet live mother*****ers9 to 5 mother*****ersJ.m. mother*****ersJ.m. mother*****ersAs we proceeeeeeedTo give you what you need...9 to 5...
