Who Shot Ya

[Verse 1] Just give me two minutes of lyrics and you'll feel it Headstrong it's like hearing me chew spinach The number one spot say hi to the new tenant If you sick my nigga this is the flu clinic Ready for war move or we shooting the lieutenant Been paying dues long overdue so let's do business About to capitalize like I'm starting a new sentence Niggas ain't good, not until we say good riddance Up against me you're sacrificing your rapper life Kill you niggas see you in hell then take your afterlife then bring you back to life That was just a warning for you dudes That I got more control over your fucking life than you do Who got the juice feeling like Pac running from [?] until he popped his ass the whole industry left in body bags I body trash niggas because [?] when I'm at the podium this ain't fair that's like Nick Fury verse Nickelodeon Getting money then show me then Pac is on Ethiopian, niggas ain't really winning I'm finna to show you the trophy then First place I'll beat y'all running my worst race Worst case I'll shit on you niggas piss on your birthplace Run, hide nigga because I'll never get tongue-tied You crab ass niggas like you was fresh on the drum line You want bars well you got snatched up by one time it's like gun fine at your front line Until you done trying, fuck I hate that pun die Dead in the middle, of little Italy, little did we know that we riddle To middle me, who did diddly this is the epitome literally the remedy of niggas who say they sick of me Industry, enemy [?] we be picking your gravesite Rapping in front of killers and sinners will kill my stage fright Niggas playing with me y'all know I'm not with the games right Dude your losing your hair like the end of a Johnny [?] fight Play nice or I take lives and exit stage right Vampire nigga, I'll never see daylight Watching the the game suffer Like Django watching the slaves fight Niggas thinking they winning well we ain't watching the same fight You about to learn a lesson, you about to catch it for black depression, the Great Depression My depression the fact my pops left me Fuck niggas I went to school with, you about to get bruises for shit you had nothing to do with I'll showoff so don't confuse it I won't shoot it I alley-oop it To myself, the shit that I'm doing is fucking inhuman Anticpate the nigga that's great, give you more lines than a interstate, still an 8 Niggas scrapping they dinner plate, in my face you niggas egging me on I'm the best in the world, shit tell me I'm wrong Just give me 2 minutes of lyrics then you finished 2 minutes is up I'm finished fucking with you niggas