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Who Shot Ya?

by Busta Rhymes

[Produced by Nashiem Myrick]

[Intro: Puffy]
As we proceed to give you what you need
9-5, motherf*ckers
Get live, motherf*ckers
As we proceed to give you what you need
9-5, motherf*ckers
Get live, motherf*ckers
As we proceed to give you what you need
Now turn the mics up
East Coast, motherf*ckers
Turn that mic up
Bad Boy, motherf*ckers
Yeah, that beat is knocking to that microphone
Turn that sh*t the f*ck up
Uh, what? Turn it up louder, yeah, uh
As we proceed to give you what you need
J.M. motherf*ckers
J.M. motherf*ckers
9-5, motherf*ckers

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on n*gga, f*ck all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Then the sh*t stop when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
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"
Burn slow like blunts with yayo
Peel more skins than Idaho Potato
n*ggas know: the lyrical molesting is taking place
f*cking with B.I.G. 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
n*ggas mad because I know that cash rules
Everything around me two Glock 9s
Any motherf*cker whispering about mines
And I'm Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this

[Interlude: Puffy]
As we proceed to give you what you need
9-5, motherf*ckers
Get live, motherf*ckers
As we proceed to give you what you need
East Coast, motherf*ckers
Bad Boy, motherf*ckers
Get high, motherf*ckers
Get high, motherf*ckers
Smoke blunts, motherf*ckers
Get high, motherf*ckers
Ready to die, motherf*ckers
9-5, motherf*ckers

[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 Baileys
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?
[6 gunshots]​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​ Who shot ya?

[Outro: Puffy]
To give you what you need
9-5, motherf*ckers
Get live, motherf*ckers (who shot ya?)
Get high, motherf*ckers
Ready to die, motherf*ckers, hah!
As we proceed (who shot ya?)
To give you what you need
9-5, motherf*ckers
East Coast, motherf*cker (Who shot ya?)
West Coast, motherf*ckers
West Coast, motherf*ckers, hah!
As we proceed, to give you what you need
As we proceed to give you what you need
Get live, motherf*ckers
9-5, motherf*ckers
Get money, motherf*ckers
As we proceed to give you what you need
Get live, motherf*ckers
9-5, motherf*ckers
J.M. motherf*ckers
J.M. motherf*ckers
As we proceeeeeeed to give you what you need… 9-5