Who Shot Ya

[Intro] It's that time motherfuckers, dub dime motherfuckers That's me motherfuckers, yeah the champ part 3 motherfuckers [Jadakiss] All praises, all burners, all razors Hands down nigga the game is all Jada's Something hot drop I get 'em in all flavors He's a dick, you pussy y'all neighbors 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 And I get it from Giuseppe, either him or the eses I've been smacking these rappers around for a decade Still trying to get mommy to sacar mi 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 This is just audio of shit that I go through 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 Your flows a light sprain, mines is a fracture Uh, but the X-rays negative You a coward, in jail you could never live Nah, You barely living out here Im the reason you Breathing it's like im giving out air I got stocks in the block and im giving out shares To niggas that don't talk cause they giving out years I don't know you, you ain't familiar And I don't care who shot you cause they ain't kill ya' As far as the word play, 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, crush linen, suede louie moccasins They won't dry up but you can't buy luck Cashmere sweats with the gucci tie ups Overlooking the city my nigga I'm high up And I could get your brains blown out for five bucks Im always in the hood, thats cause I rep that My paperwork good niggas already checked that Im probably just comfortable cause thats where I slept at The desert is blue steel, The forty is jet black