L. L. Cool J

L. L. Cool J - I Shot Ya

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Verse one: keith murray

Haaah! (wooooooo!)

Yeah(hahhahhahhah) l.o.d.

Keith murraydef squad

Mistamistamistamista smith

You wanna hit? (you wanna hit? )

Uhhgimme an hour plus a pen and a pad

Yo... I'm here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents

And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet takin a shit

My style is all thatand a big bag of chips wit the dip

Fuck all that sensuous shit

I represent intellectual violence

And leave your click holier than the ten commandments

Like redman I shift with tha ruck

If ya if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up [word up!]

No need to ask you who is heson I get busy

Scuff my timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities [chicagolaany of them]

I'll have to norman bate ya I love ta hate ya

Cause youse a freak by nature

Can't wait to face yamutilate ya

Drink your style down straight wit no chaser [word up!]

My verbal combat's like a mini-mac to your back

As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react [blaow!]

Tha l.o.d. love good confrontation or vamp [word up!]

Break your concentrationmurder your camp

For tha jealousoverzealouswe fellaz

Blow the the spot like branford marsalis

Niggaz comin through and actin wild

Y'all commercial niggaz better have a coke and a smile

I shot ya!

Verse two: prodigy

YoI conversate wit many menit's time to begin again

Forgot what I already knewaiyyo you hear me friend?

Illuminati want my mindsouland my body

Secret societytryin to keep they eye on me

But I'm stay incogni'in places they can't find me

Make my moves strategicallythe g.o.d.

It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player

I use my thinkerit coincides with my blinker

While you wondered what we sayin on the records real

Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the deal

My mobb is infamous just like the fuckin title read

You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed

Some ---- kids feeling guilty bout the ----

But you first baby girl so just face it (awright)

But anywayback on the real side of things

My niggaz sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings

Not only is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)

Everything is real not just a song that we sing (word upit's real)

From my life to the paper (what)very accurately

Give you all of my two so maybe you can three

Prodigy will forever will s-h-i-n-e (shine babyjust shine)

My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea

How dare you ever in your life walk past me

Without acknowledgin this man as g-o-d

I shot ya faggot ass

Verse three: fat joe

Now who the fuck you think you talkin toI pay dues I spray crews

Look I'm joey crackmotherfuckers be like he's bad news

Runnin this racketfrom new york to montego

Slaughterin peoplebring a ton of keys from puerto rico

I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer

These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger

Than these weaklingsseekinfor respect that ain't there

Knuckleheads bewarethere's mad tension in the air

Tommy guns for funshotties for block parties

While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of bacardi

Call the ambulancethis man's wet

Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a gillette

Razorwhich I keep hidden in my oral

Ready to spatterat any ad outthat wants to quarrel

These feds want me for some tax evasion

Now that the fact that somebody's gettin lucci that's not caucasian

Bullets be blazin through these streets filled with torture [what the deal pop]

Joey cracka.k.a. kaiser ceaser

Verse four: foxxy brown

Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks

To' down we sip drinks rockin minksflashin rings and things [what the deal]

Frontin hardcore deep inside the jeepmackin

Doin my thing fly nigga you a scarface king

Bitches grab ya ta-ta'sget them niggaz for they chedda

Fuck itgucci sweaters and armani leathers

Flossin rocks like the size of fort knox

Four caratsthe ice rockspussy bangin like versace locs pops [what the deal]

Want ta the creepon the light raw ass cheeks

I'm sexin raw dog without protectiondiseaese infested

Uhitaliano got the lucciano

I gets down fuckin with brown fox extra keys to the drop

Boo I'm jingling babyI got crazy dominicans who pay me

To lay lowI play slow

Roll with tha firmmafiaso crime king pin

It all real nigga what tha deal

I shot ya!

Verse five: ll cool j

What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whole world

Crushed moe deehammerand ice-t's girl

But stillniggaz want to instigate shit

I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick

Name the spotI make it hot for ya bitches

Female rappers tooI don't give a fuck boo

WordI'm here to crush all my peers

Rhymes of the month in the source for twenty years

Niggaz scaredI'm detrimental to your mental state

I use my presedential rolex to be debate

Niggaz fightglock cocked ya temple gets fucked

Mc'sthat fuck with ll they gets bucked

That's realwhat's up with that I shot ya deal?

Light shitniggaz slip now how the bullet feel?

New york appealin l.a. they gang bang

But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang

That's factsniggaz don't recieve no type of slack

Cause if they dothey ass is always runnin back

Not this timebut next time i'ma name names

Llshittin from on top of the game

I shot ya!

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