Who Shot Ya?

Gun violence takes the life of an African-American man every five hours. It's the leading cause of death for black men under the age of 35

Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete

Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets

It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef

I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek

Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet

Thundering, breaking the concrete

Finish it, stop when I foil the plot

Neighbors call the cops, when they heard mad shots

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter

Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter

Old school/new school need to learn though

I burn, baby, burn like "Disco Inferno"

I burn slow like blunts and yayo

Peel more skins than Idaho Potato

Niggas know: the lyrical molesting's taking place

Fucking with me. it ain't safe

I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses

Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers

Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools

Niggas mad because I know cash Rules

Everything around me, two Glock 9s

Any motherfucker whispering about mine

And I'm Brooklyn's finest

Come on, tell me

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

I seen the lights excite all the freaks

Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps

Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back

Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?

I switches all that, cocksucker G's up

One false move, get Swiss cheesed up

Clip to TEC, respect I demand it

Slip and break the 11th Commandment

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?