B.I.G. Notorious - Who Shot Ya Lyrics

Intro: Puff Daddy

As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherf*ckers
get live motherf*ckers 2X

As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherf*ckers
Bad Boy motherf*ckers

BIG Now turn the mics up
Turn that mic up yea that beat is knockin
to that microphone
Turn that shit the f*ck up
Uh what?
Turn it up louder
Yea uh

As we proceed to give you
what you need
J.M. motherf*ckers
J.M. motherf*ckers
9 to 5 motherf*ckers

Verse One:

Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on nigga, f*ck 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
Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
F*ckin 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
Niggaz mad because I know that Cash Rules
Everything Around Me, two glock nines
Any motherf*cker whispering about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this

Interlude:

As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 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 to 5 motherf*ckers

Verse Two:

I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Niggaz wanna creep, got ta 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 f*ck 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 motherf*ckers
Ready to Die motherf*ckers)

C'mere, c'mere [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? [*muffled* c'mon man] Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to f*ck with me?
(as we proceed) [c'mon man] Look at you now
(to give you what you need) Huh? [c'mon man]
(9 to 5 motherf*ckers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
(get live motherf*ckers) Bitch-ass nigga, what?
(get live motherf*ckers) [*muffled sounds, six gun shots*]
(as we proceed...) Who shot ya?

Outro: Puff Daddy

...to give you what you need
9 to 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 to 5 motherf*ckers
East coast motherf*ckers

(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 to 5 motherf*ckers
Get money motherf*ckers

As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live motherf*ckers
9 to 5 motherf*ckers
J.M. motherf*ckers
J.M. motherf*ckers
As we proceeeeeeed
To give you what you need...
9 to 5