who shot ya '04
Singer:beanie sigel
i hope you high muthafucka
seperate the weak from state procta
feel the lead from my choppa
we can grab our piece and get this ceased
and get it on nigga. take this shit to the streets
but you'd rather rat and squeek to police
until you get hit with tha 4 pound heat
you drownin in shit's creek
the sandman visit niggas in they sleep
picture me in prison gettin business by the week
even if they cuff'em my boys got instructions: strictly destruction
starve'em with construction
beat'em till they skin bussin'
pour acid on your daughter
your bitch pregnant; rape her!
now u can go and tell jake that nigga
inquires; front page nigga
like bin ladin with his k in a cave nigga
i got a hundred for your head in a bag
another hundred if it's broad day on the ave
who shot ya?. the evil genious
all you seen was the light from the heat
back tires skreetch while they mark up the streets
i'm a slide for the truck up the street
yellowtape off the block when i quake off the glock
gats won't slip; rubber grips on the handles
thou shall not fuck with bean sig scrappy
prepare for that trip in that caddy
i'm killin you like full blow here
like in the first verse but the shit get worse
no need for the herse when the 4 pound burst
blow up ya face then show up at the wake
light the church on fire. who shot ya.?
if i gave a fuck i would'a clapped up ya docta
chased down and shot up the driver
wouldn't be no second chances
wheelchairs; impaired transit
nigga you betta off with cancer or aids
try to run up hill with no legs
public enemy numba fuckin one