I Shot Ya歌词

[00:00.000] 作词 : Brown, Collins, LL Cool J ...
[00:02.54]Ha!
[00:05.03]Yeah, L.O.D
[00:09.82]Keith Murray, Def Squad
[00:14.18]Mister, mister, mister, Mister Smith
[00:18.00]You want a hit?
[00:21.56]Give me a hour plus a pen and a pad
[00:25.22]I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
[00:27.88]And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet taking a shit
[00:30.52]My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip
[00:33.94]**** all that sensuous shit
[00:36.03]I represent intellectual violence
[00:38.72]And leave your clique holier than the Ten Commandments
[00:41.62]Like Redman, I shift with the ruck
[00:44.15]If your if was a spliff, we'd be all ****ed up (Word up)
[00:46.99]No need to ask you who is he, son I get busy
[00:49.52]Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard on many rough cities
[00:52.54](Chicago, LA, any of 'em) I'll have to Norman Bate you
[00:55.12]I love ta hate you cause you's a freak by nature
[00:58.17]Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya
[01:00.52]Drink your style down straight with no chaser
[01:03.85]My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back
[01:06.20]As soon as one of you niggas try to over react
[01:09.03]The L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp
[01:12.27]Break your concentration, murder your camp
[01:14.31]For the jealous, overzealous, we fellas
[01:17.54]Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis
[01:20.42]Niggas coming through and acting wild
[01:22.63]Y'all commercial niggas better have a coke and a smile
[01:25.55]I shot ya!
[01:26.50]I conversate with many men, it's time to begin again
[01:29.22]Forgot what I already knew, ayo, you hear me friend?
[01:31.60]Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body
[01:34.42]Secret society, trying to keep they eye on me
[01:36.95]But I'ma stay incogni', in places they can't find me
[01:40.62]Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D
[01:42.90]It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player
[01:45.73]I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker
[01:48.36]While you wondered what we saying on the records real
[01:50.80]Yeah, you motha****in' right kid you know the deal
[01:53.46]My Mobb is Infamous just like the ****in' title read
[01:56.21]You get back slapped so hard, make ya nose bleed
[01:58.96]Some def kids feeling guilty 'bout the space shit
[02:01.97]The truth hurts baby girl so just face it (alright)
[02:04.31]But anyway, back on the real side of things
[02:06.92]My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings
[02:09.62]Not only is it inside the songs that we sing
[02:12.42]Everything is real not just a song that we sing
[02:15.21]From my life to the paper, very accurately
[02:17.95]Give you all of my two so maybe you can three
[02:20.61]Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E
[02:23.30]My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea
[02:26.15]How dare you ever in your life walk past me
[02:28.86]Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D. I shot you faggot ass
[02:31.31]Now who the **** you think you talking to
[02:33.03]I pay dues, I spray crews
[02:34.57]Look, I'm Joey Crack, mother****ers be like, "He's bad news"
[02:37.47]Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego
[02:40.01]Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico
[02:43.11]I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer
[02:46.33]These bitch-ass niggas know we stronger
[02:48.33]Than these weaklings, seeking for respect that ain't there
[02:50.94]Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air
[02:53.79]Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties
[02:56.50]While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi
[02:59.65]Call the ambulette, this man's wet
[03:02.11]Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette
[03:04.85]Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral
[03:07.56]Ready to spatter at any ad out that wants to quarrel
[03:10.62]These feds want me for some tax evasion
[03:12.88]Mad at the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian
[03:15.89]Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture
[03:18.67]Joey Crack a.k.a. Keyser Soze
[03:21.26]Thug niggas give they minks to chinks, tore down
[03:23.75]We sip drinks, rockin' minks, flashin' rings and things
[03:26.60]Frontin' hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin'
[03:29.35]Doin' my thing, fly nigga, you a Scarface king
[03:32.03]Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they cheddar
[03:35.04]**** it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers
[03:37.60]Flossin' rocks like the size of Fort Knox
[03:39.80]Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin' like Versace locs pops
[03:43.28]Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks
[03:45.62]I'm sexin' raw dog without protection, disease infested, uh!
[03:49.30]Italiano got the Lucciano
[03:51.39]I gets down, ****in' with Brown Fox, extra keys to the drop
[03:54.87]Boo, I'm jingling, baby
[03:56.27]I got crazy Dominicans who pay me to lay low, I play slow
[04:00.00]Roll with The Firm, Mafioso crime kingpin
[04:03.15]It all real nigga, what the deal? I shot ya
[04:06.12]What the ****, I thought I conquered the world?
[04:08.21]Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl
[04:10.88]But still, niggas want to instigate shit
[04:13.74]I'll battle any nigga in the rap game quick
[04:16.64]Name the spot, I make it hot for you bitches
[04:19.43]Female rappers too, I don't give a ****, boo
[04:22.38]Word, I'm here to crush all my peers
[04:24.88]Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years
[04:27.56]Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state
[04:30.30]I use my presidential Rolex to be the bait
[04:33.05]Niggas fight, Glock cocked, ya temple gets ****ed
[04:35.79]MCs that **** with LL, they gets bucked
[04:38.48]That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal?
[04:41.32]Light shit, niggas slip, now how the bullet feel?
[04:43.97]New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang
[04:46.73]But if you touch a mic, your mother****in ass hang
[04:49.47]That's facts, niggas don't receive no type of slack
[04:52.38]'Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin' back
[04:54.97]Not this time, but next time, I'ma name names
[04:57.77]LL, shitting from on top of the game
[05:00.09]I shot ya!