[Intro:]

Blaze this one, word up!

I'ma blaze this one
No doubt! Uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!
Uhh, uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!

I'm Uncle L, check it, check it, check it!!!
The Trackmasters, check it, check it, check it!!!
Now everybody now, check it, check it, check it!!!

All my ^!$$%s now, check it, check it, check it!!!
Yeah, we 'bout to serve this one off nice, y'nahmean?
Word up, check it!


I shot ya!
I'm splittin brothers open like a doctor

Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth got'cha
I drop ya down in boilin acid
Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic

Violations, room vibrations, son
@@#! the hammer let the Uncle give em one
Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic

puttin hits on your clique, got'cha wife in turnin tricks
What? You don't wanna, I thought that you was bawlin
Now watch cos I @@#! ya love, ya girlies fallin

Uh, what's my function? Lyrical injection
Blazin ^!$$%s, hittin em raw with no protection
I take advantage

Ya fear me, I'm doin damage
Ya hear me
the whole scenario is dreary

MC's is gettin wet up in the game
I meet you up in Memphis, just call my name
I shot ya!


[Chorus:]


Ya wanna (uhh)
Ya wanna (uhh)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour (uhh)

plus a pen and a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!)
I shot ya!
[repeat]


I shot ya! (uhh)
I got ya strap to the stagin

Trapped in a cagin, toe kissin a Cajun
Ya mob's locked down underneath the surface
Ya gettin nervous for talkin %#@! with no purpose

Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama
What goes around comes around, not around farmers
Silence, shhhh, very deadly

Come and battle, let me add you to my medley
Possessin power, takin everything I can grasp
Go get it now, why you always dwellin on the past?

Baby boys reminiscin old school %#@!
Young fools get dicked, LL rules the %#@!
with a platinum fist, the relentless abyss

I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss
Massacre, mmuh, blowin up the tour bus passengers
Chuckin the colour outta cartoon character

Ya get serious
Real ^!$$%s recognise what my theory is
I shot ya!


[Chorus]


[Bridge:]

I shot ya!

Word up, I'ma lace this %#@! crazy, y'nahmean?
Word up, we're gonna blow the spot up, kid
No doubt about it

Yeah, yeah, I ain't thru, I ain't thru, I ain't thru

Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin kinda leary

Ya clique thought I fell off, they didn't wanna hear me
Oh really, now teel me how long have you been whinin?
Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin
I love your joint Rock The Bells, it was mad hot
Ya record 'bout the Radio was blowin up my spot

My girl was on your chip when you flipped I Need Love
Your backseat countset was mad butter, son
I loved your boomin system it was wicked as could be
You bad, now I'm writin on your pink cookies
And you had me screamin Mama Said Knock Ya Out

Ya jinglin, baby, no doubt
Uh, talk to me (what, what, uhh, uhh) become a zombie, walk to me
Ain't a MC alive who fought with me
Y'nahmean? Man, rock it
Easy does it

I gotta pluck it like buzzards
I shot ya!

[Chorus (x3)]


[Outro: (over chorus)]

What, what, what, what, what
Uh, what?
Y'nahmean? This is how we gettin down for crizzown
No diggity, y'knowI'msayin?

Trackmasters lace me, y'knowI'msayin?
And I take care of mines, y'knowImean?
That's it son!
Peace!