Lyrics Who Shot Ya (Freestyle) - Lloyd Banks
[Verse
1:
Lloyd
Banks]
Don't
talk
shit
to
the
stars
bro
I'll
have
more
niggas
leanin'
over
your
weight
than
a
car
show
They
bust
you
down
like
a
Marlboro
And
i'm
excited
to
see
where
your
knee
and
ya
arm
go
You
don't
want
to
know
how
much
this
cost
Nigga
i'm
ballin'
my
dick
been
through
every
color
lip
gloss
Around
here
that
snitchin'
get
niggas
pissed
off
That
nigga
front
in
the
club
he
gettin'
hip
tossed
We
ride
around
everybody
in
the
bricks
saw
us
And
them
record
execs
pull
out
a
grip
for
us
[Music
stops]
[Snoop
Dogg:]
Yo
what
up?
this
is
Big
Snoop
Dogg
The
Big
Snoopy
D-O-
Double
Gizzle
For
shizzle
dizzle
Tellin'
you
to
get
the
S-W-A-
tizzle
SWAT
motherfuckers
[Verse
1:
Lloyd
Banks]
Don't
talk
shit
to
the
stars
bro
I'll
have
more
niggas
leanin'
over
your
weight
than
a
car
show
They
bust
you
down
like
a
Marlboro
And
i'm
excited
to
see
where
your
knee
and
ya
arm
go
You
don't
want
to
know
how
much
this
cost
Nigga
i'm
ballin'
my
dick
been
through
every
color
lip
gloss
Around
here
that
snitchin'
get
niggas
pissed
off
That
nigga
front
in
the
club
he
gettin'
hip
tossed
We
ride
around
everybody
in
the
bricks
saw
us
And
them
record
execs
pull
out
a
grip
for
us
I'm
the
shit
boss
And
on
top
of
that
you
can
expect
me
to
win
like
a
New
York
Knick
boss
You
actin'
like
you
want
to
lay
where
your
mom
stay
I'll
put
red
dots
on
you
like
Kwame'
I'm
blowin'
Bomb
Bay
Cause
it
always
pays
off
to
make
ya
important
decisions
the
calm
way
My
hood
bitch'll
get
you
set
up
god
Cause
her
milkshake
brings
all
the
boys
to
the
yard
You
can't
even
get
a
show
Lloyds
on
his
job
Jet
Black
tints
on
the
'Voy
and
the
'Sage
Take
a
look
at
this
enormous
garage
If
you
listen
you
can
hear
the
noise
of
manage
Shit
i'm
royalty
like
Bin
Laden
You
been
lyin'
I
got
Siamese
Glocks
You
gon
burn
'till
the
boy
gets
rid
of
ya
You'll
be
a
ghost
dog
like
Forest
Whitaker
Whoever
thought
they'd
be
askin'
for
his
signature
And
tourists
visit
ya
For
all
this
literature
Shit
we
ain't
the
cats
from
the
movies
we
overlooked
I'll
put
a
cast
on
your
ass
like
a
broken
foot
You
can't
teach
me
how
to
stunt
nigga
I
wrote
the
book
A
gourmet
maids
on
the
payroll
to
cook
And
if
i'm
travelin'
off
land
the
boat
is
took
Cruisin'
slow
so
all
the
old
folk
can
look
These
little
niggas
is
so
so,
i'm
so
good
I
got
the
crowd
in
a
choke
hold
in
your
hood
Quarter
poundin'
a
low
low
the
pro
should
Ya
sales
movin'
slow
mo
ya
go
wood
You
want
to
see
me
handcuffed
in
the
slammer
Lookin'
that
tough
in
the
camera
My
suppliers
married
to
a
real
Rasta
All
I
got
to
do
is
hit
her
with
the
Kyllvassa
No
candles
or
chilled
lobster
Its
a
flat
screen,
a
little
BET
Throw
on
a
DVD
Then
its
brain
on
my
B-E-D-
I
pass
her
off
to
my
nigga
Album
Rookie of the Year
1 Respect
2 Ain't No Fun
3 Da Shiznit
4 Freestyle 1
5 It Blows My Mind
6 I'm So Sorry
7 Y'all Ain't Fuckin Wit Us
8 Freestyle 2 (Rare)
9 Freestyle
10 Freestyle 3
11 Clear Mix
12 Get da Money
13 Freestyle 4
14 Who Shot Ya (Freestyle)
15 No Peace Talks
16 Keep It Hood
17 Runnin'
18 Game 2
19 Where I'm From
20 Victory 2004
21 Freestyle 5
22 Boy Wonder
23 Squeeze Fisrt
24 Freestyle 6
25 Freestyle 7
26 Peaches
27 Bonus
28 Gangsta Nigga
29 Bonus
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