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taurean j - i shot ya (2013) lyrics

[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

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