Lyrics I Shot Ya 1 - LL Cool J
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
ya
I'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
ya
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!)
I
shot
ya
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!)
I
shot
ya!
(Uhh)
I
got
ya
strap
to
the
stagin′
Trapped
in
a
cagin',
toe
kissin′
a
Cajun
Ya
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
ya
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
ya
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!)
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
Leary
Ya
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
ya
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
ya
Ya
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
ya
Ya
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)
1 The Intro
2 Make It Hot
3 Hip Hop
4 Hey Lover
5 Doin' It
6 Life As...
7 I Shot Ya 1
8 Mr. Smith
9 No Airplay
10 Loungin
11 Hollis To Hollywood
12 God Bless
13 Get The Drop On Em
14 Prelude
15 I Shot Ya 2
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