I Shot Ya - Remix

Blaze this one, word up

I'ma blaze this one

No doubt!

Uhh, check it, check it, check it!

Uhh, uhh, check it, check it, check it!

I'm uncle

L, check it, check it, check it!

The track masters, check it, check it, check it!

Now everybody now, check it, check it, check it!

All my niggas now, check it, check it, check it!

Yeah, we 'bout to serve this one off nice, y'nahmean?

Word up, check it

I shot yaI'm splittin' brothers open like a doctor

Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth gotcha

I drop ya down in boilin' acid

Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic

Violations, room vibrations, son

Cock the hammer let the uncle give em one

Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic

Puttin' hits on your clique, gotcha wife in turnin' tricks

What? You don't wanna,

I thought that you was bawlin'

Now watch 'cos

I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin'

Uh, what's my function?

Lyrical injection

Blazin' niggas, hittin' em raw with no protection

I take advantage

Ya fear me,

I'm doin' damage

Ya hear me

The whole scenario is dreary

MC's is gettin' wet up in the game

I meet you up in

Memphis, just call my name

I shot yaYa wanna(Uhh)

Ya wanna(Uhh)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)

I shot yaYa wanna(Uhh)

Ya wanna(Uhh)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)

I shot ya!(Uhh)

I got ya strap to the stagin'

Trapped in a cagin', toe kissin' a

CajunYa Mob's locked down underneath the surface

Ya gettin' nervous for talkin' shit with no purpose

Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama

What goes around comes around, not around farmers

Silence, shh, very deadly

Come and battle, let me add you to my medley

Possessin' power, takin' everything

I can grasp

Go get it now, why you always dwellin' on the past?

Baby boys reminiscin' old school shit

Young fools get dicked,

LL rules the shit

With a platinum fist, the relentless abyss

I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss

Massacre, mmuh, blowin' up the tour bus passengers

Chuckin' the color outta cartoon character

Ya get serious

Real niggas recognize what my theory is

I shot yaYa wanna(Yeah)

Ya wanna(Yeah)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)

I shot yaYa wanna(Uhh)

Ya wanna(Uhh)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)

I shot ya!(Uhh)

Word up, I'ma lace this shit crazy, y'nahmean?

Word up, we're gonna blow the spot up, kid

No doubt about it

Yeah, yeah,

I ain't thru,

I ain't thru,

I ain't thru

Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' kinda

LearyYa clique thought

I fell off, they didn't wanna hear me

Oh really, now tell me how long have you been runnin'?

Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin'

I love your joint rock the bells, it was mad hot

Ya record 'bout the radio was blowin' up my spot

My girl was on your chip when you flipped

I need love

Your backseat count set was mad butter, son

I loved your boomin' system it was wicked as could be

You bad, now

I'm writin' on your pink cookies

And you had me screamin' mama said knock ya out

Ya jinglin', baby, no doubt

Uh, talk to me become a zombie, walk to me(What, what, uhh, uhh)

Ain't a MC alive who fought with me

Y'nahmean?

Man, rock it

Easy does it

I gotta pluck it like buzzards

I shot yaYa wanna(Yeah)

Ya wanna(Yeah)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)

I shot yaYa wanna(Uhh)

Ya wanna(Uhh)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad(What, what, what, what, what)(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)

Ya wanna(Yeah)

Ya wanna(Yeah)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)

I shot yaYa wanna(Uhh)(Uh, what?)

Ya wanna(Uhh)(Y'nahmean? This is how we gettin' down for crizzown)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad(No dignity, y'knowi'msayin?)(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)

Ya wanna(Yeah)

Ya wanna(Yeah)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad(Track masters lace me, y'knowi'msayin')(And I take care of mines, y'knowimean?)(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)

Ya wanna(Uhh)

Ya wanna(Uhh)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour(Uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad(Uhh, check it, check it, check it!)(That's it son)(Peace)