Who Shot Ya - Studio Mix

It's that time, motherfuckers

Uh, Dub-Dime, motherfuckers

Yeah, that's me, motherfuckers

Yeah, The Champ part three, motherfuckers

Uh, it's that time, motherfuckers

Uh, Dub-Dime, motherfuckers

Yeah, that's me, motherfuckers

Yeah, The Champ part three, motherfuckers

All praises, all burners, all razors (uh-huh)

Hands down, nigga, the game is all Jada's (yeah)

Something hot drop, I get 'em in all flavors (yeah)

He's a dick, you pussy, y'all neighbors (ha-ha-ha)

Yeah, two extra whores

I'm in the new Aston with two extra doors

With a quick flip I don't try to stretch for more

One hundred percent powder, extra raw

I'ma get it from Giuseppe, either him or the eses (uh-huh)

I've been smacking these rappers around for a decade

Still tryin' to get mami to sacame la leche

Know if I take her out, I could pop her the next day

The Black Mamba of the vocals

MJ of the Pro Tools, anti-social

Phil Jack' on the track, but I can't coach you (uh-huh)

This is just audio of shit that I go through (yeah)

Guns in the couch, money in the mattress

And I would have got the Bentley but I had to pay taxes

Settle for a Polo fit and some Air Maxes (uh)

Your flow's a light sprain, mines is a fracture

Uh, but the X-ray's negative

You a coward, in jail you could never live (never)

Nah, you barely living out here

Yeah, I'm the reason you breathing, it's like I'm giving out air

I got stocks in the block and I'm giving out shares

To niggas that don't talk 'cause they giving out years (shh)

I don't know you (uh), you ain't familiar (no)

And I don't care who shot you 'cause they ain't kill ya (ha-ha-ha)

Far as the wordplay, I'm a son of a bitch

These niggas is decent, but ain't none of 'em 'Kiss

MTV y'all know, I'll punish the list

Them niggas' jewelry is fake and ain't none of 'em rich

Notice they keep watching 'em, there's no stoppin' 'em

V neck, crushed linen, suede Louis moccasins

They won't dry up, but you can't buy luck (uh, uh)

Cashmere sweats with the Gucci tie ups (whoo)

Overlooking the city, my nigga, I'm high up (high up)

And I could get your brains blown out for five bucks (ha-ha-ha)

I'm always in the hood, that's 'cause I rep that (rep that)

My paperwork good, niggas already checked that (checked that)

I'm probably just comfortable 'cause that's where I slept at (ah)

The Desert is blue steel, the 40 is jet black

Uh, Jadakiss, ya heard?

Ha, 42, ya heard?

Uh, part three, ya heard?

Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha

Uh, uh, it's that time, motherfuckers

Uh, Dub-Dime, motherfuckers

Yeah, that's me, motherfuckers

Yeah, The Champ part three, motherfuckers

Uh, it's that time, motherfuckers

Uh, Dub-Dime, motherfuckers

Yeah, that's me, motherfuckers

Yeah, The Champ part three, motherfuckers, uh