I Shot Ya [Remix]

Ha! Yeah,L.O.D. Keith Murray, Def Squad Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?) Gimme an hour plus a pen and a pad Yo, I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit My style is all that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip Fuck all that sensuous shit I represent intellectual violence And leave your click holier than the Ten Commandments Like Redman I shift with the ruck If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up (Word up!) No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities (Chicago, LA, any of them) I'll have to Norman Bate ya I love ta hate ya Cause you'se a freak by nature Can't wait to face ya, mutilate ya Drink your style down straight wit no chaser (Word up!) My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react The L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp (Word up!) Break your concentration, murder your camp For the jealous, overzealous, we fellas Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis Niggas coming through and acting wild Y'all commercial niggas better have a Coke and a smile I shot ya! Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again Forgot what I already knew, hey yo you hear me friend? Illuminati want my mind, soul, and my body Secret society, trying to keep they eye on me But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D. It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker While you wondered what we saying on the records real Yeah you motherfucking right kid you know the deal My Mobb is Infamous just like the fucking title read You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed Some, kids feeling guilty bout the, But you first baby girl so just face it (alright) But anyway, back on the real side of things My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid) Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word up, it's real) From my life to the paper (what), very accurately Give you all of my two so maybe you can three Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine) My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea How dare you ever in your life walk past me Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D I shot ya fagot ass Now who the fuck you think you talking to, I pay dues I spray crews Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news Running this racket, from New York to Montego Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer These bitch ass niggas know we stronger Than these weaklings, seeking, for respect that ain't there Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi Call the ambulance, this man's wet Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrel These feds want me for some tax evasion Now that the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture (what the deal pop) Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser Thug niggas give they minks to chinks To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, Flashing rings and things (what the deal) Fronting hardcore deep inside the Jeep, macking Doing my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they cheddar Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers Flossing rocks like the size of Fort Knox Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy banging Like Versace locs pops (what the deal) Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks I'm sexing raw dog without protection, disease infested Italiano got the Lucciano I gets down fucking with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop Boo I'm Jingling Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me To lay low, I play slow Roll with the Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin It all real nigga what tha deal I shot ya! What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girl But still, niggas want to instigate shit I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo Word, I'm here to crush all my peers Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state I use my presidential Rolex to be debate Niggas fight, glock cocked ya temple gets fucked MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal? Light shit, niggas slip now how the bullet feel? New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang But if you touch a mic your motherfucking ass hang That's facts, niggaz don't receive no type of slack Cause if they do, they ass is always running back Not this time, but next time I'ma name names LL, shitting from on top of the game I shot ya!