Who Shot Ya? - 2005 Remaster

As we proceed
 To give you what you need
 Nine to five, motherfuckers
 Get live, motherfuckers
 As we proceed
 To give you what you need
 Nine to five, motherfuckers
 Get live, motherfuckers
 As we proceed (turn the mics up)
 To give you what you need (turn the mic up, yeah, that beat is knockin' to that microphone)
 East coast, motherfuckers (turn that shit the fuck up) (ug, what?)
 Bad Boy, motherfuckers (turn it up louder, yeah, uh)
 As we proceed, to give you
 What you need
 J.M. motherfuckers
 J.M. motherfuckers
 Nine to five, motherfuckers
 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 soun like Sasquatch feet
 Thundering, shaking the concrete
 Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
 Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
 Saw me in the drop, three in the corner
 Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
 Old school new school need to learn though
 I burn, baby, burn like Disco Inferno
 Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
 Peel more skins than Idaho potato
 Niggas know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
 Fuckin with B.I.G. it ain't safe
 I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
 Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
 Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
 Niggas mad because I know that Cash Rules
 Everything Around Me, two glock nines
 Any motherfucker whispering about mines
 And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
 You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this
 As we proceed
 To give you what you need
 Nine to five, motherfuckers
 Get live, motherfuckers
 As we proceed
 To give you what you need
 East coast, motherfuckers
 Bad Boy, motherfuckers
 Get high, motherfuckers
 Get high, motherfuckers
 Smoke blunts, motherfuckers
 Get high, motherfuckers
 Ready to die, motherfuckers
 Nine to five, motherfuckers
 I seen the light excite all the freaks
 Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
 Niggas wanna creep, got to watch my back
 Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
 I switches all that, cock-sucker G's up
 One false move, get swiss cheesed up
 Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
 Slip and break the 11th Commandment
 Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-Poppa
 Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya
 I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
 Pussy when I want Rolex on the arm
 You'll die slow but calm
 Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
 So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga
 Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
 Puff Daddy flips daily
 I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's
 On the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
 And my cock, in the fire position and (get live, motherfuckers, ready to die, motherfuckers)
 C'here, c'here (it ain't gotta be like that, Big)
 Open your fucking mouth, open your
 Didn't I tell you don't fuck with me? Huh?
 Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me?
 (As we proceed) (c'mon man) Look at you now
 (To give you what you need) Huh? (c'mon man)
 (Nine to five, motherfuckers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
 (Get live, motherfuckers) Bitch-ass nigga, what?
 (Get live, motherfuckers) (as we proceed...) Who shot ya?
 (To give you what you need)
 Nine to five, motherfuckers
 Get live, motherfuckers
 (Who shot ya?) get high motherfuckers
 Ready to die, motherfuckers
 As we proceed (who shot ya?)
 To give you what you need
 Nine to five, motherfuckers
 East coast motherfuckers (who shot ya?)
 West coast, motherfuckers
 West coast, motherfuckers
 As we proceed
 To give you what you need
 As we proceed
 To give you what you need
 Get live, motherfuckers
 Get live, motherfuckers
 Nine to five, motherfuckers
 Get money, motherfuckers
 As we proceed (to give you what you need)
 Nine to five, motherfuckers
 Get live, motherfuckers
 Nine to five, motherfuckers
 J.M., motherfuckers
 J.M., motherfuckers
 As we proceed
 To give you what you need (what 'ya gon' do?)
 Nine to five