Troy Ave - Who Shot Ya lyrics

As we proceed, to give you what you need Troy ave motherf**er, bsb motherf**er As we proceed, to give you what you need New york city motherf**er, every phantom motherf**ers I shot ya, slip up your neck with the chopper Make it hard to sleep when Blocksdale butch I'm on n***a, shots will have you droppin to your feet It's beef, all my n***as delly with the heat Thou shall not f** with blockas, he'll drop you Run upon me the wrong way and I pop you Old school, new school, need to learn this A burning n***a slow like n***a you earn this Resorts 'cause your actions was dumb like earness Hard white, on the road to riches taking large steps n***as in my way, get flipped like car wrecks n***as know, a brutal homicide bout to take place f**ing with that n***a blocka them say You n***as better chill, you know, stay in your place Chrome tuck, 9 spray all in your face Give no warning, just kicking the door Let you know it's real when I'm waving the 4 Give me the loot, you ready to die See the fear in his eyes, got him hypnotized He want one more change then I back up the 9 Bsb gang n***a, wa**up troy f** n***as, get money and f** hoes Bricks hat, hard denimm open fur f** peter, nah, not my n***a rosenberg Murder with a finger snap, like spoke the word And I'll be at the cool table with my n***a nerd On entice like you heard that new Low key I was that n***a, oh you heard that too Man I'm not you just f** with me You know I'm purer than the aqua fina Keep them hoes on they toes like the balerina It's the murder team, who want beef with that It be a murder scene, wherever n***as see you at And I don't speak, I just creep how I'm supposed to On the sideline with that heat, eric spostra Pop the f** up on these n***as, no toasters Recline em in the back of the seat, no sofa n***a Who shot ya Dead men tell no tales, Yellow tape, white cups, body and slug shells Everyday life in the hood, it's unknown Another n***a deceased before you get to morning Noony night, I'm on the bullsh** sh** pop off, I put n***as under the pool pit Go, tell it on the mountain But tell it to police and you meet with a full clip Half galon of henny, 5 cent cuffs, 11 thousand dollar bank dice game, what motherf**er While I kick on my leisure, Free time, free my n***a rhyme, streets need ya Rip chris wallace and riley, I see you Boy doing his thang, I'm going to ibiza Still on my geeda, base running fever Hottest n***a in the street, neck full of freeze I'm getting money, but if you owe me then pay me A blocka how you hanging out the window like aces Cold hearted boy, full limph man Troy Got fish scale, weighting wares out, ahoy Ahoy maties, captain of the ship.