U Got Shot

U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock, knocked

Who's there? Another motherfuckin' hardrock

Whoa ho hoh, let me like slow up with the flow

Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name

If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' rep

Chk chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown traject

Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk-chk, blaow

U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock, knocked

On my knees at the mercy of God

Straight up back up I keeps it hard

You like to watch

But can't touch this nigga or catch a charge

Papichulo with karate chops just like judo

Fuckin' coolo make you quit rap and go sing with Menudo

Underground's where we live and that's where we'll be when you leave

Overachieve, I'd rather be rockin' Apollo Creed

Time to speak up, fagot niggaz droppin' these weak cuts

We're the B-boys, hows about some hardcore in the speakers

For the Mic Dons, callin' like Dion

PMD shinin' with my stripes on

In the saddle, fuck around, get your shit rattled

No paddles up shit's creek when time to battle

Same place, same bad time, so fuck a bat channel

This nigga, object of game, get your pockets bigger

Biggie, Pac and Eaze, one love, them still my fuckin' niggaz

We don't need no gat, just cock me fuckin' back

And watch me spitfire my volerical fact

It's a sign of a miracle that, my iron spittin'

Ain't peelin' your cap, me and the Devil had a spiritual chat

'Cause I'm eviler with lyrical rap

Than a black cat, on a black night and I'm black

In the moonshinin', I'm sippin' Starsky and Hutch

While my rims blindin', while P rollin' the Dutch

'Cause I'm too much for ma's and grandpa's to solve

Roll the windows to your cars, when out at large

Who the fuck's in charge? Charles Laston Sauls

I got his mom suckin' my balls like a fresh pack of halls

Right hand to Allah, I'm the roughest of the raw

Nobody's ever seen what they seen and never saw

When I jump in my car, they go "Ooh and ahh"

EPMD, 215 and 8-Off Agallah

Yo, 215, who the fuck was them cats up in the car?

One of them got a gat, the other one wanna spar

Jumpin' out the car, pop a trunk, swingin' crowbars

Stick up my seeds in my fiends for the G's

People low self-esteem rockin' the gleam, hotter than steam

When I blow off the top, I got this cream like Bill Rothstein

And when I rob unique excitement is, why you scream

So put your hands together, get your mans together

Here's the plan together, here's the gun together, let's run together

Soldier mind crime nigga, bitch-down live nigga

8-Off's gonna hit 'em like, five niggaz, surprise niggaz

Aiyyo, you hit 'em like that

I bust 'em from the back to the extreme

Hit 'em up, make 'em scream like a bitch

And switch up for the mix up and dig a ditch up

And bounce, then for luck, I throw a six up

And hook off like Prince Naseem ahead

Duck yo' head or go inside instead

Step to me bourgeoisie? Fancy as Dandy?

You get killed, like you was Jon-Bennet Ramsey

And some of y'all just plain civilians

Talkin' shit and never even seen a million

Actin' like y'all Sicilians, when y'all niggaz

With small figures and chasin' gold diggers

Don't even come up to me yappin'

Or you'll Die Hard with Bruce and Sam Jackson

Right now, you wanna duel, you fool

I'm a Dogg 4 Life like my nigga Ja Rule

Who wanna flex with the influential

With mad credentials on instrumentals we're too essential

The mic and the beat, now shit's complete

For me to kick your ass for talkin' trash, punk

U got shot, 'cause you knock, knock, knocked

Who's there? Another motherfuckin' hardrock

Whoa ho hoh, let me like slow up with the flow

Introducing, yo, fuck that nigga's name

If you wanna step to my motherfuckin' rep

Chk, chk, blaow, blaow, blaow, blown traject

Gimme my fuckin' shit, chk, chk, blaow

U got shot 'cause you knock, knock, knocked