Текст песни I Shot Ya - Remix - Foxy Brown , LL Cool J , Fat Joe , Keith Murray , The Prodigy

Ha!
Yeah, L.O.D
Keith Murray, Def Squad
Mister, mister, mister, Mister Smith
You want a hit?
Give me a hour plus a pen and a pad
I′m here to make a dollar out of fifteen cents
And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet taking a shit
My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip
Fuck all that sensuous shit
I represent intellectual violence
And leave your clique holier than the Ten Commandments
Like Redman, I shift with the ruck
If your if was a spliff, we′d be all fucked up (Word up)
No need to ask you who is he, son I get busy
Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard on many rough cities
(Chicago, LA, any of 'em) I'll have to Norman Bate you
I love ta hate you cause you′s a freak by nature
Can′t wait to face ya, mutilate ya
Drink your style down straight with no chaser
My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back
As soon as one of you niggas try to over react
The L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp
Break your concentration, murder your camp
For the jealous, overzealous, we fellas
Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis
Niggas coming through and acting wild
Y′all commercial niggas better have a coke and a smile, I shot ya
I conversate with many men, it's time to begin again
Forgot what I already knew, ayo, you hear me friend?
Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body
Secret society, trying to keep they eye on me
But I′ma stay incogni', in places they can′t find me
Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D
It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player
I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker
While you wondered what we saying on the records real
Yeah, you mothafuckin' 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 def kids feeling guilty ′bout the space shit
The truth hurts baby girl so just face it (alright)
But anyway, back on the real side of things
My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings
Not only is it inside the songs that we sing
Everything is real not just a song that we sing
From my life to the paper, very accurately
Give you all of my two so maybe you can three
Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E
My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your life walk past me
Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D
I shot you faggot ass
Now who the fuck you think you talking to, I pay dues I spray crews
Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he′s bad news
Runnin this racket, from New York toMontego
Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys fromPuerto Rico
I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer
These bitch-ass niggas know we stronger
Than these weaklings, seeking for respect that ain′t there
Knuckleheads beware, there's mad tension in the air
Tommy guns for fun, shotties for block parties
While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi
Call the ambulette, this man′s wet
Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette
Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral
Ready to spatter at any ad out that wants to quarrel
These feds want me for some tax evasion
Mad at the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not Caucasian
Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture
Joey Crack a.k.a. Keyser Söze
Thug niggas give they minks to chinks to down
We sip drinks, rockin′ minks, flashin′ rings and things
Frontin' hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin′
Doin' my thing, fly nigga, you a Scarface king
Bitches grab ya ta-ta′s, get them niggas for they chedda'
Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers
Flossin′ rocks like the size of Fort Knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin' likeVersace locs pops
Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks
I'm sexin′ raw dog without protection, disease infested
Italiano got the Lucciano
I gets down fuckin′ with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop
Boo, I'm Jingling Baby
I got crazy Dominicans who pay me to lay low, I play slow
Roll with The Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin
It all real nigga, what the deal?
I shot ya
What the fuck, I thought I conquered the whole world?
Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer and Ice-T′s girl
But still, niggas want to instigate shit
I'll battle any nigga in the rap game quick
Name the spot, I make it hot for you bitches
Female rappers too, I don′t give a fuck boo
Word, I'm here to crush all my peers
Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years
Niggas scared, I′m detrimental to your mental state
I use my presidential Rolex to be the bait
Niggas fight, Glock cocked ya temple gets fucked
MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked
That's real, what′s up with that I Shot Ya deal?
Light shit, niggas slip, now how the bullet feel?
New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang
But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang
That′s facts, niggas don't receive no type of slack
Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin′ back
Not this time, but next time I'ma name names
LL, shitting from on top of the game
I shot ya