I Shot Ya lyrics

[Intro: 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 Trackmasters, check it, check it, check it
Now everybody now, check it, check it, check it
All my n*ggas now, check it, check it, check it
Yeah, we 'bout to serve this one off nice, y'nahmean?
Word up, check it!

[Verse 1: LL Cool J]
I shot ya! I'm splittin' brothers open like a doctor
You fell asleep, the vampire teeth got ya
I drop ya down in boilin' acid
You melt like plastic, elastic, it's drastic
Violations, room vibrations, son
c*ck the hammer let the Uncle give 'em one
Done, take a flick of a wicked lunatic
Putting hits on your clique, got your wifey turnin' tricks
What? You don't want her, I thought that you was ballin'
Now watch 'cause I c*ck your love, your girlies fallin'
Uh, what's my function? Lyrical injection
Blazin' n*ggas, hitting 'em raw with no protection
I take advantage, you fear me, I'm doin' damage
You hear me, the whole scenario is dreary
Emcees is gettin' wet up in the game
I meet you up in Memphis, just call my name
[Chorus: LL Cool J & Keith Murray]
I shot ya, Ya wanna (uh) ya wanna (uh)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour, plus a pen and a pad (uh, uh, check it, check it, check it)
I shot ya, Ya wanna, ya wanna (yeah)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour, plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it)
I shot ya

[Verse 2: LL Cool J]
I got you strapped to the stage and
Trapped in a cage and tongue kissin' a Gauge and
Your mob's locked down underneath the surface
You're gettin' nervous for talkin' sh*t with no purpose
Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama
What goes around comes around, not around farmers
Silence, shhhh, 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 reminiscing old school sh*t
Young fools get di*ked, LL rules the sh*t
With a platinum fist, the relentless abyss
I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss
Massacre, mwah, blowin' up the tour bus passengers
Sucking the color out of cartoon character
You get serious
Real n*ggas recognize what my theory is
[Chorus: LL Cool J & Keith Murray]
I shot ya, Ya wanna (yeah) Ya wanna (yeah)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour, plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it)
I shot ya, Ya wanna (uh), ya wanna (uh)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour, plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it)
I shot ya

[Bridge: LL Cool J]
I shot ya!
Word up, I'ma lace this sh*t crazy, y'nahmean?
Word up, we're gonna blow the spot up, kid
No doubt about it
Yeah, yeah, nah, I ain't through, I ain't through, I ain't through

[Verse 3: LL Cool J]
Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' kinda leary
Your clique thought I fell off, they didn't wanna hear me
Oh really, now tell me, how long have you been rhyming?
Sixteen years, 20 million albums, yeah you're climbing
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 Back Seat concept 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 (what, what, uhh, uhh) become a zombie, walk to me
Ain't an emcee alive who fought with me
Yahmean? Mad rugged
Easy does it, I got 'em flockin' like buzzards
[Chorus: LL Cool J & Keith Murray]
I shot ya (Yeah), ya wanna (yeah), ya wanna (yeah)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour, plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it)
I shot ya, ya wanna (uh), ya wanna (uh)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour, plus a pen and a pad (uh, what, what, what, what, what)
Ya wanna (yeah) ya wanna (yeah)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour, plus a pen and a pad (uh, what)
I shot ya, ya wanna, ya wanna (Y'nahmean?)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour, plus a pen and a pad (This is how we gettin' down for our crizzown)

[Outro]
No Diggity, y'knowI'msayin?
Trackmasters lace me, y'knowI'msayin?
And I take care of mines, y'knowImean?
That's it son!
Peace!