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Who Shot Ya?
by Jai Blizz
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(Who Shot Ya?)
Na'll nigga it wasn't me
while you tryna ID my picture to police
(Who shot ya?)
All dat tough talk you doin'
Now homie we gone' see
Fam you started it, na'll it ain't over
Quarterback vision lookin' over ya shoulder
Got chips on mines
In bag's like Santa's, big clips on 9's
Trade bread for bananas
Ya kick's start dippin'
Turn ya fits to pajamas
No cuffs on my wrists, handkerchiefs and bandannas
Hustling this shit till' I get me a panda
500 Pounds
I will run on you clowns like Dunn for the down
And if somebody frown
Bad pass status, throw guns to the ground
In a black hood, not a nun in her gown
Throw this nigga a party, be the talk of the town
Playa take ya swing, i'm at the top of the mound
You want it on ya head, i'm at the top of the crown
You wanna be on square 'till the shit turn round
And you only cold hearted 'till the bitch burn down
(Who Shot Ya?)
Na'll nigga it wasn't me
while you tryna ID my picture to police
(Who shot ya?)
All dat tough talk you doin'
Now homie we gone' see
I ain't a hustler? How silly
Here to milk the game like a damn cow titty
Dog don't bark at me when you better growl wit me
Even when i'm away I got a home crowd wit me
Don't get bitchy I got itchy loud as Whitney's prime
And you will be bigger talk than 50's nine
Keep it conservative and reserve the peace
Or you will need a helmet to preserve ya teeth
1st and least for fam I will birth ya peace
And for anything smaller nigga murk ya speech
Kill everything you saying before I burp this piece
Baby 380 try to rob me reimbursed at least
Keep heat by my dough like Perkin's grease
Keep bitches in line like perfect teeth
Nigga quit back biting and confirm the beef
Get this nigga a toe tag and confirm his feet
(Who Shot ya?)
(Who Shot Ya?)
Na'll nigga it wasn't me
while you tryna ID my picture to police
(Who shot ya?)
All dat tough talk you doin'
Now homie we gone' see
I don't know what they takin' me foe
But i'm a hustler, i'm known to get dough
But if anything get in my way
I don't know what the fuck i'ma say
They like damn can we keep it away
But if something happens after today
Mufucka don't look my way
Did you actually see it was Jai?
Stool pigeons gone' get they day
And real niggaz gone' repeat when I say
(Who Shot ya?)
(Who Shot Ya?)
Na'll nigga it wasn't me
while you tryna ID my picture to police
(Who shot ya?)
All dat tough talk you doin'
Now homie we gone' see
(Who Shot Ya?)
Na'll nigga it wasn't me
while you tryna ID my picture to police
(Who shot ya?)
All dat tough talk you doin'
Now homie we gone' see
(Who Shot Ya?)
Na'll nigga it wasn't me
while you tryna ID my picture to police
(Who shot ya?)
All dat tough talk you doin'
Now homie we gone' see
Fam you started it, na'll it ain't over
Quarterback vision lookin' over ya shoulder
Got chips on mines
In bag's like Santa's, big clips on 9's
Trade bread for bananas
Ya kick's start dippin'
Turn ya fits to pajamas
No cuffs on my wrists, handkerchiefs and bandannas
Hustling this shit till' I get me a panda
500 Pounds
I will run on you clowns like Dunn for the down
And if somebody frown
Bad pass status, throw guns to the ground
In a black hood, not a nun in her gown
Throw this nigga a party, be the talk of the town
Playa take ya swing, i'm at the top of the mound
You want it on ya head, i'm at the top of the crown
You wanna be on square 'till the shit turn round
And you only cold hearted 'till the bitch burn down
(Who Shot Ya?)
Na'll nigga it wasn't me
while you tryna ID my picture to police
(Who shot ya?)
All dat tough talk you doin'
Now homie we gone' see
I ain't a hustler? How silly
Here to milk the game like a damn cow titty
Dog don't bark at me when you better growl wit me
Even when i'm away I got a home crowd wit me
Don't get bitchy I got itchy loud as Whitney's prime
And you will be bigger talk than 50's nine
Keep it conservative and reserve the peace
Or you will need a helmet to preserve ya teeth
1st and least for fam I will birth ya peace
And for anything smaller nigga murk ya speech
Kill everything you saying before I burp this piece
Baby 380 try to rob me reimbursed at least
Keep heat by my dough like Perkin's grease
Keep bitches in line like perfect teeth
Nigga quit back biting and confirm the beef
Get this nigga a toe tag and confirm his feet
(Who Shot ya?)
(Who Shot Ya?)
Na'll nigga it wasn't me
while you tryna ID my picture to police
(Who shot ya?)
All dat tough talk you doin'
Now homie we gone' see
I don't know what they takin' me foe
But i'm a hustler, i'm known to get dough
But if anything get in my way
I don't know what the fuck i'ma say
They like damn can we keep it away
But if something happens after today
Mufucka don't look my way
Did you actually see it was Jai?
Stool pigeons gone' get they day
And real niggaz gone' repeat when I say
(Who Shot ya?)
(Who Shot Ya?)
Na'll nigga it wasn't me
while you tryna ID my picture to police
(Who shot ya?)
All dat tough talk you doin'
Now homie we gone' see
(Who Shot Ya?)
Na'll nigga it wasn't me
while you tryna ID my picture to police
(Who shot ya?)
All dat tough talk you doin'
Now homie we gone' see
