Notorious B.i.g. (biggie Smalls) - Who Shot Ya lyrics

[Intro: Puff Daddy] As we proceed to give you what you need 9 to 5 motherf**ers get live motherf**ers [2X] As we proceed to give you what you need East coast motherf**ers Bad Boy motherf**ers BIG - Now turn the mics up Turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin to that microphone Turn that sh** the f** up Uh, what? Turn it up louder Yea, uh As we proceed, to give you what you need J.M. motherf**ers J.M. motherf**ers 9 to 5 motherf**ers [Verse One:] Who shot ya? Seperate the weak from the ob-solete Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets It's on n***a, f** 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 n***az know, the lyrics molestin is takin place f**in with B.I.G. it ain't safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on the ma**es Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools n***az mad because I know that Cash Rules Everything Around Me, two glock nines Any motherf**er 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**ers get live motherf**ers As we proceed to give you what you need East coast motherf**ers Bad Boy motherf**ers Get high motherf**ers Get high motherf**ers Smoke blunts motherf**ers Get high motherf**ers Ready to die motherf**ers 9 to 5 motherf**ers [Verse Two:] I seen the light excite all the freaks Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps n***az wanna creep, got ta watch my back Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack? I switches all that, co*k-s**er 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** with raw C-Poppa Feel a thosand d**hs when I drop ya I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don p**y 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 n***a Brave n***a, turned front page n***a Puff Daddy flips daily I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's on the rocks, tote glocks at christenings And my co*k, in the fire position and... (Get live motherf**ers Ready to Die motherf**ers) C'mere, c'mere (it ain't gotta be like that Big) open your f**ing mouth, open your... didn't I tell you don't f** with me? [muffled] c'mon man Huh? Didn't I tell you not to f** 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**ers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh? (get live motherf**ers) b**h-a** n***a, what? (get live motherf**ers) [muffled sounds, six gun shots] (as we proceed...) Who shot ya? [Outro: Puff Daddy] ...to give you what you need 9 to 5 motherf**ers Get live motherf**ers (Who shot ya?) Get high motherf**ers Ready to Die motherf**ers Hah!! As we proceed... (Who shot ya?) ...to give you what you need 9 to 5 motherf**ers East coast motherf**ers (Who shot ya?) West coast motherf**ers... West coast motherf**ers... hah! As we proceed, to give you what you need As we proceed to give you what you need Get live motherf**ers 9 to 5 motherf**ers Get money motherf**ers As we proceed to give you what you need Get live motherf**ers 9 to 5 motherf**ers J.M. motherf**ers J.M. motherf**ers As we proceeeeeeed To give you what you need... 9 to 5...