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taurean j - i shot ya (2013) كلمات أغنية

[intro: taurean j]
yeah motherf_cker
you already know what it is
ugh, ugh! check it, check it, check it
what! what! ugh!
taurean j in this motherf_cker
my n_gga famz in this motherf_cker
horror fl!ck in this motherf_cker
v.d.c. up in this motherf_cker (v.d.c.)
ugh! what! check it out! ugh! yeah, n_gga

[verse 1: taurean j]
spot your shots, they got you, know you’re dead
never thought in many years you have a bullet in yo head
well, we all gotta go someday (ayy!)
sooner or later death gotta come my way, there is no escape
it’s that murder, death, k!ll sh_t, that ill sh_t, that real sh_t
n_ggas need to be put upon gamе before they bе victims quick
n_gga, it be real like that
n_ggas talking bullsh_t, you can get k!lled like that
i’m just saying, don’t mention my name on the motherf_cking track
and your motherf_ckin’ wig gon’ get pushed back, and that’s a fact
and even if it’s not a track, there’s always facebook, n_gga
talking sh_t about a n_gga online, you can get face booked n_gga
don’t you be f_cking with my clique
that’s some blood_ass bullsh_t
online like me and my n_ggas is the ones you wanna buck with
you just a b_tch n_gga, yeah, i’m calling you out
n_gga, get yo sh_t blown out for runnin’ yo mouth
n_gga, quit steppin’ to grown folks, you keep yo mouth shut
i’ll be the first n_gga on the microphone to get f_cked up
yeah, i don’t care about these rappers on these internet fake labels
get on some w.w.e. sh_t and f_ck up your whole stable
this is detroit n_gga, we don’t play that sh_t
you better take yo ass out of here before you get hit with the clip
you talking that hard liquor sh_t, but you n_ggas fully ain’t sweet like [alusweet?]
like some f_cking grapes, man, you n_ggas is fake
bust a n_gga in his face, huh, one hit and quit it cuz
floatin’ like a b_tterfly, sting like a f_ckin’ slug
no love for them fake thugs, five slugs at yo nug
your mama gon’ be like “oh shucks, what the f_ck”
my baby just got hit with the bop gun
well motherf_cker should have pulled the mc hammer and run run
huh, n_gga, i don’t play that sh_t
n_gga shouldn’t have ran his mouth
shouldn’t have sprayed that sh_t
and for the bl__dy record, y’all n_ggas is b_tch
and on the real, that n_gga smith can suck my d_ck
i’m on that dmx sh_t, you n_ggas couldn’t fool me, that’s why i left
what is the bullsh_t? so i had to dip a b_tch vest
and send a little artist you got to come and diss
and they get they ass handed to ’em like you just did, b_tch
i shot ya, ha
[interlude 1: famz & taurean j]
god d_mn taurean j
haha, yeah!
from the d to the west d
the undead to a.c.g
it’s your boy famz
what up though man
yo, are you wondering who shot ya?
yeah, who shot these motherf_ckers dog?
i’ll say it right now, hold up
who did it dog?

[verse 2: famz]
i shot ya (woo!), the name is f_a_m_z
mossberg 500 aiming at your kidneys (dang!)
he run up, i’m blowing out your kids knees
thought i give a f_ck, think again, b_tch please
you a sucker f_ck known for doing b_tch things
you love to suck and f_ck, b_tch, let me see your knees
beg me please, beg me please, i c_ck it back and squeeze
my semi’s mean, turn your face into smithereens
spray at your snapback, aiming at your skinny jeans
blast you out your fake j’s, knock ’em off your feet
the whole block in panic, rushing down the street
i’m screaming “famz!” in this b_tch so they know it’s me
i ran up on you, posted at your local grocery
i dumped a whole clip, thinkin’ you provoking me
i told you homie, there ain’t no owing me
i pump the strap and buckshots while i’m blowing tree (hahaha!)
i shot ya (i shot ya, i shot ya, i shot ya)
[outro: taurean j & famz]
whoo, sh_t n_gga
they ain’t ready for this sh_t right here man; taurean j
my n_gga famz, the undead, a.c.g., horror fl!ck
ha, h_ll’s small, v.d.c. up in this motherf_cker
yeah man, one try
n_ggas been talking a lot of sh_t too man
on the internet, twitter, facebook, sh_t man, wherever
you know, and this is what i don’t get
how the f_ck you gon’ speak on me
me and my homeboys!
for leaving your bullsh_t ass label that you wanted us to own
so you ain’t have no clams to that sh_t
oh, you think i forgot right, jerry
huh, you know who the f_ck you are punk
and we playing stupid, mr. smith
n_ggas saying you sound like a kid homie
don’t be sat up there and lying homie, everybody know that you’s a b_tch, n_gga
bold ass sh_t ever since you pulled that bullsh_t with my homeboy
that sh_t got me upset homie
got a lot of n_ggas upset but this is for all my n_ggas who are real
b_tch ass n_gga talking all that sh_t, n_gga
bring anybody that you want to, bring them new n_ggas that you signed
want to come and diss us, n_gga, i dare you n_gga, on the real
send anybody that you want to punk
your mommy, your daddy, anybody
even them new n_ggas that you got on the label, i don’t give a f_ck man
we doing our own thing
shouts out to all the homies on a.c.g
my n_gga famz, mister sixes, my n_gga roach clip homie
shouts out to my n_gga shady j, homeboy 2wizedead
horror fl!ck up in this motherf_cker
the undead hail smoke up in this motherf_cker
v.d.c. up in this b_tch homie
sh_t, i don’t like the fake record labels, n_gga
we doing our own thing, we starting our real independent record labels, n_gga
how about you? you little n_gga
keep my name out your motherf_cking mouth next time punk!
or there will be blood shed, b_tch
i shot ya punk
blah blah

- taurean j

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