Who Shot Ya (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro]
Uh, it's that time, motherf*ckers, uh, dub dime, motherf*ckers (You know you gotta be in a certain weight class to f*ck with this beat)
Yeah, that's me, motherf*ckers, yeah, the champ part 3, motherf*ckers
Uh, it's that time, motherf*ckers (No lightweights allowed), uh, dub dime, motherf*ckers
Yeah, that's me, motherf*ckers, yeah, the champ part 3, motherf*ckers, uh

Yo, all praises, all burners, all razors (Uh-huh)
Hands down, n*gga, the game is all Jada's (Mwah)
Something hot drop, I get 'em in all flavors (Yup)
He's a di*k, you pus*y, y'all neighbors

It's that time, motherf*ckers, uh, dub dime, motherf*ckers (Ayo, I need it from the top)
Yeah, that's me, motherf*ckers, yeah, the champ part 3, motherf*ckers (Ayo, Green Lan, you know what the deal is, pull it back)

[Verse]
Yo, all praises, all burners, all razors (Uh-huh)
Hands down, n*gga, the game is all Jada's (Mwah)
Something hot drop, I get 'em in all flavors (Yup)
He's a di*k, you pus*y, y'all neighbors (Hahaha)
Yeah, two extra whores
I'm in the new Aston with two extra doors
With a quick flip, I don't try to stretch for more
One hundred percent powder, extra raw (Uh)
And I get it from Giuseppe, either him or the eses (Uh-huh)
I've been smacking these rappers around for a decade (Yeah)
Still tryin to get mami to sacame la leche
Know if I take her out, I could pop her the next day
The Black Mamba of the vocals, MJ of the Pro Tools, anti social
Phil Jack on the track but I can't coach you (Uh-uh)
This is just audio of sh*t that I go through (Yes)
Guns in the couch, money in the mattress
And I would have got the Bentley but I had to pay taxes (Uh)
Settle for a polo fit and some air maxes (Uh)
Your flows a light sprain, mines is a fracture
Uh, but the X-rays negative
You a coward, in jail you could never live (Never)
Nah, you barely living out here
I'm the reason you breathing, it's like I'm giving out air
I got stocks in the block and I'm giving out shares
To n*ggas that don't talk, 'cause they giving out years
I don't know you (Uh), you ain't familiar (Naw)
And I don't care who shot you, 'cause they ain't kill ya' (Haha)
As far as the word play, I'm a son of a b*tch
These n*ggas is decent, but ain't none of 'em Kiss (Nah)
MTV y'all know, I'll punish the list (Punish)
Them n*ggas' jewelry is fake and ain't none of 'em rich (None of 'em)
Notice they keep watching 'em, there's no stoppin' em
V neck, crush linen, suede louie moccasins
They won't dry up but you can't buy luck (Uh-uh)
Cashmere sweats with the Gucci tie-ups (Woo)
Overlooking the city, my n*gga, I'm high up (High)
And I could get your brains blown out for five bucks (Haha)
I'm always in the hood, thats 'cause I rep that (Rep that)
My paperwork good, n*ggas already checked that (Checked it)
I'm probably just comfortable 'cause thats where I slept at (Uh-huh)
The desert is blue steel, the forty is jet black
[Outro]
Uh, Jadakiss, you heard?
Ha, 42, you heard?
Uh, Part 3, you heard?
Hahahahahahaha

Uh, it's that time, motherf*ckers, uh, dub dime, motherf*ckers (D-Block)
Yeah, that's me, motherf*ckers, yeah, the champ part 3, motherf*ckers
Uh, it's that time, motherf*ckers, uh, dub dime, motherf*ckers (Y'all know this is how it's supposed to sound, right? We give you that classic sh*t)
Yeah, that's me, motherf*ckers, yeah, the champ part 3, motherf*ckers, uh (This is Gangsta Grill invasion, you bast*rds!)

(Gangsta Grizzilzz)