The Notorious B.I.G. - Who Shot Ya? Remix lyrics

[Intro - Puffy] As we proceed to give you what you need [Verse 1 - K. Jayz] Who shot ya? See your n***as running without ya Because the AK-47 sing like Sinatra You know these n***as really give you no option Now you sitting there, left behind like an abortion You know NY do not give a f** about beef You know why? Because we started the rap scene Rapping so dirty with that flow, you n***as sound clean I was up in New York until I was a preteen I do damage with that Uzi in my mouth But the average rapper do not know what he talking about And I guess it's because rap changed But they would never last back when the ‘90s reigned I know that I'm really just ahead of my time And I know these other n***as really looking for mines And I'm the realest on the line n***as get lyrical like the holy Qur'an I'm really looking for that good sh** Other n***as looking for the stereotypical hood sh** So what's good? Is you strapped, motherf**er? Is you “that” motherf**er? Is you rich, motherf**er? How many gang wars will it take before we lose another brother by mistake? And If you don't like what I say, I don't give a f** Press rewind so you can hear it again [Verse 2 - The Notorious B.I.G.] I seen the light excite all the freaks Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps n***as wanna creep, gotta watch my back Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack? I switches all that, co*ks**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 nor see Poppa Feel a thousand 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 Hammer co*k, in the fire position and... [Outro - The Notorious B.I.G.] Come here, come here, (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? (Come on man) Huh? Didn't I tell you not to f** with me? (Come on man) Look at you now, huh? (Come on man) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh? b**h-a** n***a, what?.. Who shot ya?