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Who Shot Ya (live) Lyrics - Artist : Jadakiss
Yo Tech, lets make something happen!
NEW YORK! Hass turn my mic up hass It's that time muthafuckas These niggas don't rhyme like us... All praises, all burners, all razors Hands down nigga the game is all Jada's Anything drop I cop in all flavors He's a dick, you pussy y'all neighbors Hold on, we ain't playin with This is New York This what these niggas want, right? I don't do Instagram I don't do twitter I don't do none a that shit Lets go Tech This what I do nigga New York make some muthafuckin noise All praises, all burners, all razors Hands down nigga the game is all Jada's Anything drop I cop in all flavors He's a dick, you pussy y'all neighbors Yeah, two extra whores I'm in the new Aston with two extra doors With a quick flip I don't try to stretch for more One hundred percent powder, extra raw And I get it from Giuseppe, either him or the eses I've been smacking these rappers around for a decade Still tryin to get mami to sacame la leche Know if I take her out I could pop her the next day The Black Mamba of the vocals, MJ of the Pro Tools, anti-social Phil Jack on the track but I can't coach you This is just audio of shit that I go through Guns in the couch, money in the mattress And I would have got the Bentley but I had to pay taxes Settle for a polo fit and some air maxes Your flows a light sprain, mines is a fracture Yea and the X-rays negative You a coward, in jail you could never live Yea, You barely living out here I'm the reason you breathing it's like im giving out air I got stocks in the block and I'm giving out shares I don't know you, you ain't familiar And I don't care who shot you cause they ain't kill ya' As far as the word play, I'm a son of a bitch These niggas is decent, but ain't none of 'em Kiss MTV y'all know, I'll punish the list Them niggas' jewelry is fake and ain't none of 'em rich Notice they keep watching 'em, there's no stoppin' em V neck, crush linen, suede louie moccasins They won't dry up but you can't buy luck Cashmere sweats with the Gucci tie ups Overlooking the city my nigga I'm high up And I could get your brains blown out for five bucks Always in the hood, thats cause I rep that My paperwork good niggas already checked that I'm probably just comfortable cause thats where I slept at The desert is blue steel, The forty is jet black Fuckin bars nigga D BLOCK |
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