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big o - who shot ya? lyrics

[th@ yung chase]
verse 1:
(uh huh argh)

i was rolling with my n-ggas chilling they pulling triggers if a n-gga act up they gone
this ain’t no movie no script, i ain’t taking no sh-t ridin in da whip pumping eazy-e, wait
let’s get a couple things clear, never call me by my first name you my friend ain’t so don’t pretend
like you know me you ain’t my homies!, second thing is i ain’t a gangsta i’d bank ya,god i thank ya
everyday i wake up still breathing cause the blessing i’m receiving, y’all n-ggas fake more deceiving
than a b-tche’s profile pic, i’m riding with my dogs tryina get them pounds i ain’t dpg, i’m chill though
i’m trill though but if you act bro you get cut literally in this rap game i’m something like the sickest
you see the honeyz want me, i bee’z buzzing why you running? you was talking like you on something, you on
nothing,sucka mc what don’t you understand? i’m the man never been violent but just know my lyrics k!lling
i’ll k!ll him lyrically if he think he better than me, have da doctor discombobulated,like who shot ya
well i’m 16 the sickteen don’t sleep to me y’all n-ggas bars dry i be the vaseline. not the reverend but i
run the rap scene never washed it but i swear my flow so clean my flow so mean, is you getting me? s.s.b be
the team f-ck the mainstream i’m gone n-gga these n-ggas is soft, i is the rock you can ask jigga my n-gga

[hook]
as we proceed to give ya what you need, get high motherf-ck-rs
live life motherf-ck-rs get high motherf-ck-ers, s.s.b motherf-ck-rs
and ya and ya don’t stop! and ya don’t stop! get high motherf-ck-rs
ready to die motherf-ck-rs smoke blunts,smoke blunts uh uh and ya don’t
stop! as we proceed get high motherf-ck-rs ready to motherf-ck-rs
who shot ya.. as we proceed to give ya what you need get high motherf-ck-rs

[big o]

verse 2:
(uh turn my mic up)

who shot ya? what they’re gonna yell near my casket it’s gonna take a lot
just to take away this b-st-rd my sh-t unpleasant like a youngin just farted
put em in a special cl-ss cause they all act r-t-rded uh i stop and breathe
don’t take my life please, i’m out for dead presidents like capital st–z
plus we tryina leave fast ain’t no time for us to ease, n-ggas bleed! all
because the world is filled with greed, my mind is out of this world
yes my dear let’s make it clear respect you gotta earn (uh) it’s never given (uh) to you
i’m who you brag about like the girl that slept wit ya (uh) they wanna get close next to who?
b-i-g thought you knew you wanna start beef homie name the place, we’re gonna see face to face
by the end of that show it’s gonna be a murder case l.o.c got the whip in-case the feds start
to chase, am i living to die or to see my next dayz? forgive me for my sins to the lord i praise
to the lord i pray’s

[outro] ‘who shot ya?!’

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