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beanie sigel - who shot you كلمات أغنية

[intro: beanie sigel, dj]
turn the beat up (stays on that philly sh_t, public enemy #1!)
uh huh (state prop. south, you know what it is)
turn my mic down a little bit (the mack’s back, guess what? i shot you)
yeah, that joint knockin’ right there (slim chance mother f_cker)
i need that sh_t knockin’ all in my head (they cut a industry exclusive, mr. c.o.d.)
it’s knockin’ like, (my n_gga mook jones in the track!)
like, like (it’s what it is pimpin’!)

[verse 1: beanie sigel]
who shot ya? n_gga feelin’ lead from my chopper
we can grab our piece, and get this ceased, and get it on n_gga
take this sh_t to the streets
but you’d rather rat and squeak to police

until you get hit with the four pound heat
blood start to leak, heart beat gеt weak
send him to the priеst, forever you’ll sleep
six feet deep, you drownin’ in sh_ts’ creek

the sandman visit n_ggas in they sleep
picture me in prison gettin’ visits by the week
even if they cuff ’em, my boys got instructions (yeah)
strictly destruction, everybody sufferin’

your kids? b_tt f_ck ’em, stomp ’em with constructions
show mercy or nothin’, beat until they skin p_ssin’
slaughter, torture, pour acid on your daughter
get b_tch pregnant, rape her, make her break her water
[hook: beanie sigel]
(who shot ya?)
now you can go tell jay that, lame n_ggas
it’s the same n_gga, (uh) enquire’s front page n_gga (who shot ya?)
like bin laden with his k in the cave, n_gga
hitman for hire, guns gettin’ paid n_gga (who shot ya?)
i got a hundred for your head in the bag
another hundred if it’s broad day on a ass (who shot ya?)
n_gga all’s you seen was the light from the heat (who shot ya?)

[verse 2: beanie sigel]
mask on tight, get away was so sweet
a buncha black smoke, dual exhaust on the jeep
back tire screech, but ain’t mark up the streets
homicide got the chalk up the street

yellow tape off the block, when i quick off the glock
extended clips, silencers on the hammers
gats won’t slip, rubber grips on the handles
thou shalt not f_ck with be’ sig’ rappin’

prepare for that trip in that caddy
i’m k!llin’ you like full blown here, rape your kids
like in the first verse but this sh_t get worse
no need for the he_rs_ when the four pound burst
blow up your face then show up at the wake
p_ss on the casket, or dump out your ashes
shoot up the choir, light the church on fire (who shot ya?)
go ‘head n_gga, rap ’til it pop

[hook: beanie sigel, mook jones, dj]
(who shot ya?)
now you can go tell jay that, lame n_ggas
it’s the same n_gga, (uh) enquire’s front page n_gga (who shot ya?)
like bin laden with his k in the cave, n_gga (they brought the real n_gga mook jones!)
hitman for hire, guns gettin’ paid n_gga (prince!) (who shot ya?)
i got a hundred for your head in the bag (yeah yeah yeah yeah)
another hundred if it’s broad day on a ass (who shot ya?)
(prince, prince, prince, prince, prince)
n_gga all’s you seen was the light from the heat (ye, yo, yo) (who shot ya?)

[verse three: mook jones]
i’m f_ckin’ with guys who f_ckin’ with pies
machiavelli ’til he touchin’ the sky, kanye_oh!
oh my, what’s up in the ride?
45’s send ’em up to the sky, god save ’em

mackin’ like the sun up, stackin’ for a hummer
outside with my guys, trap like i oughta
jackas’ all wonder, am i packin’ me some thunder?
ridin’ with the package in my bumper
yes i address guys, put ’em in neckties
do it big like i’m from bed_stuy (baby!)
that adrenaline, hittin’ like a freefall
all i do is steal and shoot, it’s like b_ball

we all that, we can be
even the army don’t want war with me, so (no)
keep thinkin’ i’m candy, bring the family
expose these hoes and show these n_ggas they panties

[hook: beanie sigel]
(who shot ya?)
now you can go tell jay that, lame n_ggas
it’s the same n_gga, (uh) enquire’s front page n_gga (who shot ya?)
like bin laden with his k in the cave, n_gga
hitman for hire, guns gettin’ paid n_gga (who shot ya?)
i got a hundred for your head in the bag
another hundred if it’s broad day on a ass (who shot ya?)
n_gga all’s you seen was the light from the heat (who shot ya?)
(who shot ya?)
(who shot ya?)

- beanie sigel

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