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Coolio

"Who Shot Ya? Remix"

[Intro - Puffy]
As we proceed to give you what you need

[Verse 1 - K. Jayz]
Who shot ya?
See your n*ggas running without ya
Because the AK-47 sing like Sinatra
You know these n*ggas really give you no option
Now you sitting there, left behind like an abortion
You know NY do not give a f*ck about beef
You know why? Because we started the rap scene
Rapping so dirty with that flow, you n*ggas sound clean
I was up in New York until I was a preteen
I do damage with that Uzi in my mouth
But the average rapper do not know what he talking about
And I guess it’s because rap changed
But they would never last back when the ‘90s reigned
I know that I’m really just ahead of my time
And I know these other n*ggas really looking for mines
And I’m the realest on the line
n*ggas get lyrical like the holy Qur’an
I’m really looking for that good sh*t
Other n*ggas looking for the stereotypical hood sh*t
So what’s good? Is you strapped, motherf*cker?
Is you “that” motherf*cker?
Is you rich, motherf*cker?
How many gang wars will it take before we lose another brother by mistake?
And If you don’t like what I say, I don’t give a f*ck
Press rewind so you can hear it again

[Verse 2 - The Notorious B.I.G.]
I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
n*ggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, c*cksucker 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 f*ck with nor see Poppa
Feel a thousand deaths when I drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
pus*y 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 n*gga
Brave n*gga, turned front page n*gga
Puff Daddy flips daily
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's
On the rocks, tote Glocks at christenings
Hammer c*ck, in the fire position and...

[Outro - The Notorious B.I.G.]
Come here, come here, (It ain't gotta be like that Big)
Open your f*cking mouth, open your, didn't I tell you
Don't f*ck with me? (Come on man)
Huh? Didn't I tell you not to f*ck with me? (Come on man)
Look at you now, huh? (Come on man)
Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
b*tch-ass n*gga, what?.. Who shot ya?

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