Who Shot Ya

Gun violence takes the life of an African-American man every five hours. It's the leading cause of death for black men under the age of 35
 Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete
 Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
 It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
 I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
 Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
 Thundering, breaking the concrete
 Finish it, stop when I foil the plot
 Neighbors call the cops, when they heard mad shots
 Who shot ya?
 
 Who shot ya?
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 Who shot ya?
 
 Who shot ya?
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 Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter
 Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
 Old school/new school need to learn though
 I burn, baby, burn like "Disco Inferno"
 I burn slow like blunts and yayo
 Peel more skins than Idaho Potato
 Niggas know: the lyrical molesting's taking place
 Fucking with me. it ain't safe
 I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses
 Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers
 Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
 Niggas mad because I know cash Rules
 Everything around me, two Glock 9s
 Any motherfucker whispering about mine
 And I'm Brooklyn's finest
 Come on, tell me
 Who shot ya?
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 Who shot ya?
 Who shot ya?
 
 Who shot ya?
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 I seen the lights excite all the freaks
 Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
 Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back
 Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
 I switches all that, cocksucker G's up
 One false move, get Swiss cheesed up
 Clip to TEC, respect I demand it
 Slip and break the 11th Commandment
 Who shot ya?
 Who shot ya?
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 Who shot ya?
 
 Who shot ya?