DJ Green Lantern - Who Shot Ya lyrics

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DJ Green Lantern - Who Shot Ya lyrics

[Intro] It's that time motherf**ers, dub dime motherf**ers That's me motherf**ers, yeah the champ part 3 motherf**ers [Jadakiss] All praises, all burners, all razors Hands down n***a the game is all Jada's Something hot drop I get 'em in all flavors He's a dick, you p**y y'all neighbors Yeah, two extra who*es I'm in the new Aston with two extra doors With a quick flip I don't try to stretch for more One hundred percent powder, extra raw And I get it from Giuseppe, either him or the eses I've been smacking these rappers around for a decade Still trying to get mommy to sacar mi la leche Know if I take her out I could pop her the next day The Black Mamba of the vocals, MJ of the Pro Tools, anti social Phil Jack on the track but I can't coach you This is just audio of sh** that I go through Guns in the couch, money in the mattress And I would have got the Bentley but I had to pay taxes Settle for a polo fit and some air maxes Your flows a light sprain, mines is a fracture Uh, but the X-rays negative You a coward, in jail you could never live Nah, You barely living out here Im the reason you Breathing it's like im giving out air I got stocks in the block and im giving out shares To n***as that don't talk cause they giving out years I don't know you, you ain't familiar And I don't care who shot you cause they ain't k** ya' As far as the word play, I'm a son of a b**h These n***as is decent, but ain't none of 'em Kiss MTV y'all know, I'll punish the list Them n***as' j**elry is fake and ain't none of 'em rich Notice they keep watching 'em, there's no stoppin' em V neck, crush linen, suede louie moccasins They won't dry up but you can't buy luck Cashmere sweats with the gucci tie ups Overlooking the city my n***a I'm high up And I could get your brains blown out for five bucks Im always in the hood, thats cause I rep that My paperwork good n***as already checked that Im probably just comfortable cause thats where I slept at The desert is blue steel, The forty is jet black

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