Who Shot Ya (Freestyle)

I welcome y'all to boot camp

Training Day

Fasten your seatbelts

Who shot ya, I don't know but you're best to call a doctor

Make sure them rookie medical surgeons can oper-rate on you

Pistol whip break the face on you, ****** I does it my way like Sinatra

Let them infrared's Dalmatian dot ya

Scope'll spot ya, move wrong and I got ya!

Through my vision like perennial

Creepin' to your house, you hear footsteps slowly as I tippy-toe

The tip I owe is through your window pane, I'm insane

One shot could leave 'em senseless, (BANGBANG!)Marlon Wayans

Psychiatrist can't restrain the mind of a sick patient

Spray everything, not a single bullet wasted

Be patient, you gon' be meeting mad links

Put 'em in the ba*****t

BET, I'm strapped with TNT

Follow rules every morning, this ****** coming with me, Woah!

That's what they say when they see me in your coupe

Sunroof, rims spinning like a ******g hoola-hoop

You tried to play big and say "gimmie the loot"

Tables turned, now the people saying "please don't shoot"

Get out the way, label, and try to make it to safety

Cause I doubt that my ****** is on safety

Spray *******s, no ifs, ands, buts, or maybes

Ride shotgun, 745 Maybe?

That's Maybach for you dumb mother******ers

I'm wise like my pops but I'm young, mother******er

I'm the one, mother******er, bust around hustlers

You want it? They could serve you, butler

Excuse me Ma, I ain't going for your lover

So when I ****** you, the same time I'm like "****** you"

You're better off looking for your next sucker

Money talks, I thought you heard Chris Tucker

I ball as if I play for the Rucker

Black Widow, keep something under my pillow to buck ya

He talks about it and when the fifth touch ya,

No confession, no Usher, for real! ;)

Your whole spot is a movie like Blockbuster

If I want you imma bring it to your block, busta

And make it clap, no I'm not spliff star and busta

In fact, my *******s is linemen the way they rush ya

I keep it street from Compton to Russia

Rhyme technique is something like none other

It's warfare, choke if you scared

Go buy a flashlight and pray under your covers

I slaughter *******s, one hand bang, Vince Carter *******s

Young boy I'm a father figure to kids who's minds is bigger

And they pops still sprung off the hardest liquor, I'm young

Please move in orderly fashion

For the love of money and crime I got a passion

Blow your body and spine whenever I'm blastin'

Makeover your whole face, you look like a Jackson

Any one, pick one

Heihei... XD

Aye

I told you we gonna send you *******s to boot camp

Training Day

Fasten your seatbelts

The ride is rough

Lace your boots too (Heihei again...)

This is practice right here, we do this ****** in our sleep

Yeah

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