A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #

The Notorious B.i.g. lyrics : "Who shot ya"

[Intro: Puff Daddy]
As we proceed
to give you what you need

9 to 5 motherf**kers
get live motherf**kers [2X]


As we proceed
to give you what you need
East coast motherf**kers

Bad Boy motherf**kers

BIG - Now turn the mics up

Turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin
to that microphone
Turn that %#@! the f**k up

Uh, what?
Turn it up louder
Yea, uh


As we proceed, to give you
what you need

J.M. motherf**kers
J.M. motherf**kers
9 to 5 motherf**kers


[Verse One:]
Who shot ya?

Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on ^!$$%, f**k all that bickering beef

I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat soun like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete

Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three in the corner


Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school new school need to learn though

I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with ya-yo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato

^!$$%z know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
f**kin with B.I.G. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses

Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
^!$$%z mad because I know that Cash Rules

Everything Around Me, two glock nines
Any motherf**ker whispering about mines
And I'm, Crooklyn's finest

You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this

[Interlude:]

As we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherf**kers

get live motherf**kers

As we proceed

to give you what you need
East coast motherf**kers
Bad Boy motherf**kers


Get high motherf**kers
Get high motherf**kers

Smoke blunts motherf**kers
Get high motherf**kers
Ready to die motherf**kers

9 to 5 motherf**kers

[Verse Two:]

I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
^!$$%z wanna creep, got ta watch my back

Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, @@#!-sucker G's up
One false move, get swiss cheesed up
Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
Slip and break the, 11th Commandment

Thou shalt not f**k with raw C-Poppa
Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
#~!!@ when I want Rolex on the arm
You'll die slow but calm

Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake, lame ^!$$%
Brave ^!$$%, turned front page ^!$$%
Puff Daddy flips daily
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's

on the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
And my @@#!, in the fire position and...

(Get live motherf**kers
Ready to Die motherf**kers)


C'mere, c'mere (it ain't gotta be like that Big)
open your f**king mouth, open your... didn't I tell you
don't f**k with me? [muffled] c'mon man
Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to f**k with me?

(as we proceed) (c'mon man) Look at you now
(to give you what you need) Huh? (c'mon man)
(9 to 5 motherf**kers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
(get live motherf**kers) (*##$-ass ^!$$%, what?
(get live motherf**kers) [muffled sounds, six gun shots]
(as we proceed...) Who shot ya?


[Outro: Puff Daddy]
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherf**kers
Get live motherf**kers

(Who shot ya?)


Get high motherf**kers
Ready to Die motherf**kers
Hah!!
As we proceed...

(Who shot ya?)


...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherf**kers
East coast motherf**kers

(Who shot ya?)

West coast motherf**kers...

West coast motherf**kers... hah!
As we proceed, to give you what you need
As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live motherf**kers
9 to 5 motherf**kers
Get money motherf**kers


As we proceed
to give you what you need
Get live motherf**kers
9 to 5 motherf**kers
J.M. motherf**kers
J.M. motherf**kers
As we proceeeeeeed
To give you what you need...
9 to 5...

Submit Corrections