PMD - U Got Shot lyrics
"You got shot cause you knock knock knocked Who's there? Another motherf**in hardrock" -] ODB "Whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow" -] ODB "Introducing, yo fu*k that n***a's name!" -] ODB "If you wanna step to my motherf**in rep Chk-chk, BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW, blown traject'" -] ODB "Gimme my f**in sh**, chk-chk, BLAOW!" -] ODB "You got shot cause you knock knock knocked.." [Parrish Smith] 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 n***a Or catch a charge Papichulo, with karate chops, just like judo f**in 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, f*ggot n***as droppin these weak cuts We're the b-boys, hows about some hardcore in the speakers For the Mic Dons, ?? ??, PMD shinin with my stripes on In the saddle, f** around, get your sh** rattled No paddles up sh**'s creek when time to battle Same place, same bat time, so f** a bat channel This n***a, object of game, get your pockets bigger Biggie, Pac, and Eaze - one love, them still my f**in n***as [215] We don't need no gat, just co*k me f**in 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 f**'s in charge? Charles Laston Sauls I got his mom s**in 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 [8-Off] Yo 215, who the fu*k 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 n***a, b**h-down live n***a 8-Off's gonna hit em like, five n***as, suprise n***as [Erick Sermon] Aiyyo you hit em like that I bust em from the back, to the extreme Hit em up, make em scream like a b**h 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 a head Duck yo' head, or go inside instead Step to me bourgeoise? Fancy as Dandy? You get k**ed, like you was Jon-Benet Ramsey And some of y'all just plain civilians Talkin sh**, and never even seen a million Actin like y'all Sicilians, when y'all n***as With small figures, and chasin gold diggers (Motherf**ers) 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 n***a Ja Rule Who wanna flex, with the influential With mad credentials on instrumentals we're too essential The mic and the beat, now sh**'s complete For me to kick your a**, for talkin trash, punk "You got shot cause you knock knock knocked Who's there? Another motherf**in hardrock" -] ODB "Whoa-ho-hoh, let me like slow up with the flow" -] ODB "Introducing, yo fu*k that n***a's name!" -] ODB "If you wanna step to my motherf**in rep Chk-chk, BLAOW BLAOW BLAOW, blown traject'" -] ODB "Gimme my f**in sh**, chk-chk, BLAOW!" -] ODB "You got shot cause you knock knock knocked.."