[Biggy Sample] nnWho shot ya? nSeparate the thugs from the coppas nIts hard to creep them Brooklyn streets nIts on nigga nFuck all that bickering beef nI can hear blood trickling down your cheek nYour heart beat sound like a Doug E. Fresh beat nThunderous nShaking the concrete nJust wouldn't sidop, pull the plidop nNeighbors called the cidops, they heard mad shidops nNiggas saw me in the lidac, bending the corner nSlidaughter, tri-die, snitdit, chip you wanna? nold school, new school need to learn lame nI burn baby burn like jet fuel in hot plane nRep my click like Tony Yayo nPeel more skins then Washington yo nNiggas know, the lyrical assassins in the place nFuckin' wit P-A-P it ain't safe nI make your bone’s brake nYou scatter when it shatter nScars and deep wounds, you and your weak goons nThuga Thuga smash lames, mash lames nNiggas mad because I know that cash change nEverything around me true gun busta nAny mother fucka whispering Thuga nAnd I'm Brooklyn’s nicest, you rewind this, Thug-A-Cation behind this nn[Biggy Sample] nnBig got hit up on that passenger side nPac got hit up on that passenger side nLeft you on your man lap in the ride, hat in the back of the ride nYour dumb ass riding the passenger side nBut who shot ya? nWas it the doctor? Was it the crossing guard? Was it the Coppa’s? nYou dialed 911, did u call for help? Did somebody shoot you? Or you shot yourself? nIts like not’s landing?? nWho shot JR? nBut you know who shot you nC'mon Babe Parr? nYou telling lies yo? Was you high yo? Or you ain't see the shooter cause you had your eyes closed? nI bring poetic justice wit my rhymes yo nYou ain't Tupac Shakur you Chicago nYou ain't Suge knight nigga you Vanilla Ice nI hang you off your projects scared for your life nYou aint 50 Cent nigga you whatcha ma call it, Thuga-holic, clutchin' the Taurus? nKeep talking about you smokin' loosies nYou smoke woolies, you puff crack nWho shot ya? nMan u better shoot them back nLittle dirty ass nigga made a few bum raps nClub hoppin', never pull up strapped nWhy would I give it to a nigga where he blew up at? When I can go to his hood and give it to him where he grew up at, on ya own block damn that’s disrespectful nYou food; heard the dogs put you on the menu nListen nephew nNiggas found you and left you nRespect the shooter, cause the shooter don’t respect you nCall in the radio, talking about you got banged up nHe ain't give u a haircut. nHe gave you a shape up nA shape up cost 7 dollars nYou need to thank us, cause you ain't even pay us nAnd we hooked your fade up nHis side burns burning, but next time you cross me I'ma make sure my barber give u a baldy nCatch you on the back block and gave you a flat top nThis lil asshole got shot in his afro, now he thinks he Suge Knight, Tupac and Rambo nThis Puerto Rican dude was there said, damn bro nAnd bubble vests is played out, you weirdo nYou asked for it so here it goes nCaught you by the corner store you was sleeha? nPoppy said mira nMy niggas stay calm, his panic like Boricua nPapoose is a cowboy yee-ha! nYou was running like knee-highs, in them tight ass Levi’s nMan who lies on his dick, is a spineless one nBut ain't nothing is worst then a man who lies on his gun nStudio gangsta, boy, I'm tired of you nYou bust a shot back, you liar you nYou said the copper shot you, what u tryna do? nYou shot at the cops and they haven't indited you? nAnd what was you doing there? who invited you? nWasn't dirty dickey suit wearing, driving you? nYou were screaming like a girl, and he was crying too nHow the shooters knew you was there? stupid he lying to you nYour cosigners no rider for cosigning you and your entire lying crew nThe cops hit Sean Bell with 50 shots just because they thought he had a gun nYou shot at the cops and they only hit you with one? nYou said they got there in 10 minutes, the rookies and the Sargent nIf the police shot you then where's Al Sharpton? nFirst you got grazed an the bullets in your head nNYPD carry nines, you woulda been dead nLets get this straight, you shot at the police nSaid they took you to the hospital back on the streets nC'mon are we supposed to believe this stuff? nWhat the hell are you be smokin' when you think this up? nHad you rapping from the hospital and it was so boring nThe doctor said take two of these and call me in the morning nNo Lil Wayne songs ok murk? nCause Wayne made Make It Rain and when it rain your head hurt nHeard of drop dime snitching i heard of dry snitching nBut you startin some new shit, this nigga lie snitching nWhen the banger pop you ain't supposed to say a lot nWhen they ask who shot ya, this fool say the cops nThen you mentioning names weather you play or not nI can see you like getting niggas sent a way a lot nThe game is hot i make my way up top nAs long as they put you in the cell with me when the gate get locked nWord to my savior op without a razor or ox nI have you washing my drawers and cleaning my favorite socks nLets clash just name a spot nA corner, a vacant lot nThen we could be trading shots nLike Wall Street trading stocks nThink you creating props by claiming you waving glocks nDisgrace and degrade your block nYou broke I'm making gwap nGave you a blatant shot nYou started the shake and drop nHead bleeding like a period pussy nYour face is twat nI'm hot as the devil nYou just a demon on Satan's cock nMad cause I stay on top nBut when do the hating stop? nAnd usually I don't say a lot nBut I'm bout to turn this Mr. Potato Head nigga to tater tots nAnd when the clocks go back nYou rearrange clock nI'm so ahead of my time I don't change my watch nAnd you wasn't in the United States when you got shot nYou was in another state its called the state of shock. nn[Biggy Sample]