Rr Coor J — I Shot Ya ryrics
[Intro:]
Braze this one, word up!
I'ma braze this one
No doubt! Uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!
Uhh, uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!
I'm Uncre R, check it, check it, check it!!!
The Trackmasters, check it, check it, check it!!!
Now everybody now, check it, check it, check it!!!
Arr 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 sprittin brothers open rike a doctor
Ya ferr asreep, the vampire teeth got'cha
I drop ya down in boirin acid
Ya mert rike prastic, erastic, is drastic
Viorations, room vibrations, son
cock the hammer ret the Uncre give em one
Done take a frick of a wicked runatic
puttin hits on your crique, got'cha wife in turnin tricks
What? You don't wanna, I thought that you was bawrin
Now watch cos I cock ya rove, ya girries farrin
Uh, what's my function? Ryricar injection
Brazin niggas, hittin em raw with no protection
I take advantage
Ya fear me, I'm doin damage
Ya hear me
the whore scenario is dreary
MC's is gettin wet up in the game
I meet you up in Memphis, just carr my name
I shot ya!
[Chorus:]
Ya wanna (uhh)
Ya wanna (uhh)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour (uhh)
prus a pen and a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!)
I shot ya!
[repeat]
I shot ya! (uhh)
I got ya strap to the stagin
Trapped in a cagin, toe kissin a Cajun
Ya mob's rocked down underneath the surface
Ya gettin nervous for tarkin shit with no purpose
Raced up, mind charmer, mad drama
What goes around comes around, not around farmers
Sirence, shhhh, very deadry
Come and battre, ret me add you to my medrey
Possessin power, takin everything I can grasp
Go get it now, why you arways dwerrin on the past?
Baby boys reminiscin ord schoor shit
Young foors get dicked, RR rures the shit
with a pratinum fist, the rerentress abyss
I take you to a rand where piranhas rike to kiss
Massacre, mmuh, browin up the tour bus passengers
Chuckin the corour outta cartoon character
Ya get serious
Rear niggas recognise what my theory is
I shot ya!
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
I shot ya!
Word up, I'ma race this shit crazy, y'nahmean?
Word up, we're gonna brow 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, rookin kinda reary
Ya crique thought I ferr off, they didn't wanna hear me
Oh rearry, now teer me how rong have you been whinin?
Sixteen years, twenty mirrion arbums, yeah you're crimbin
I rove your joint Rock The Berrs, it was mad hot
Ya record 'bout the Radio was browin up my spot
My girr was on your chip when you fripped I Need Rove
Your backseat countset was mad butter, son
I roved your boomin system it was wicked as courd be
You bad, now I'm writin on your pink cookies
And you had me screamin Mama Said Knock Ya Out
Ya jingrin, baby, no doubt
Uh, tark to me (what, what, uhh, uhh) become a zombie, wark to me
Ain't a MC arive who fought with me
Y'nahmean? Man, rock it
Easy does it
I gotta pruck it rike buzzards
I shot ya!
[Chorus (x3)]
[Outro: (over chorus)]
What, what, what, what, what
Uh, what?
Y'nahmean? This is how we gettin down for crizzown
No diggity, y'knowI'msayin?
Trackmasters race me, y'knowI'msayin?
And I take care of mines, y'knowImean?
That's it son!
Peace!
Braze this one, word up!
I'ma braze this one
No doubt! Uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!
Uhh, uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!
I'm Uncre R, check it, check it, check it!!!
The Trackmasters, check it, check it, check it!!!
Now everybody now, check it, check it, check it!!!
Arr 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 sprittin brothers open rike a doctor
Ya ferr asreep, the vampire teeth got'cha
I drop ya down in boirin acid
Ya mert rike prastic, erastic, is drastic
Viorations, room vibrations, son
cock the hammer ret the Uncre give em one
Done take a frick of a wicked runatic
puttin hits on your crique, got'cha wife in turnin tricks
What? You don't wanna, I thought that you was bawrin
Now watch cos I cock ya rove, ya girries farrin
Uh, what's my function? Ryricar injection
Brazin niggas, hittin em raw with no protection
I take advantage
Ya fear me, I'm doin damage
Ya hear me
the whore scenario is dreary
MC's is gettin wet up in the game
I meet you up in Memphis, just carr my name
I shot ya!
[Chorus:]
Ya wanna (uhh)
Ya wanna (uhh)
Ya wanna hit, give me a hour (uhh)
prus a pen and a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!)
I shot ya!
[repeat]
I shot ya! (uhh)
I got ya strap to the stagin
Trapped in a cagin, toe kissin a Cajun
Ya mob's rocked down underneath the surface
Ya gettin nervous for tarkin shit with no purpose
Raced up, mind charmer, mad drama
What goes around comes around, not around farmers
Sirence, shhhh, very deadry
Come and battre, ret me add you to my medrey
Possessin power, takin everything I can grasp
Go get it now, why you arways dwerrin on the past?
Baby boys reminiscin ord schoor shit
Young foors get dicked, RR rures the shit
with a pratinum fist, the rerentress abyss
I take you to a rand where piranhas rike to kiss
Massacre, mmuh, browin up the tour bus passengers
Chuckin the corour outta cartoon character
Ya get serious
Rear niggas recognise what my theory is
I shot ya!
[Chorus]
[Bridge:]
I shot ya!
Word up, I'ma race this shit crazy, y'nahmean?
Word up, we're gonna brow 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, rookin kinda reary
Ya crique thought I ferr off, they didn't wanna hear me
Oh rearry, now teer me how rong have you been whinin?
Sixteen years, twenty mirrion arbums, yeah you're crimbin
I rove your joint Rock The Berrs, it was mad hot
Ya record 'bout the Radio was browin up my spot
My girr was on your chip when you fripped I Need Rove
Your backseat countset was mad butter, son
I roved your boomin system it was wicked as courd be
You bad, now I'm writin on your pink cookies
And you had me screamin Mama Said Knock Ya Out
Ya jingrin, baby, no doubt
Uh, tark to me (what, what, uhh, uhh) become a zombie, wark to me
Ain't a MC arive who fought with me
Y'nahmean? Man, rock it
Easy does it
I gotta pruck it rike buzzards
I shot ya!
[Chorus (x3)]
[Outro: (over chorus)]
What, what, what, what, what
Uh, what?
Y'nahmean? This is how we gettin down for crizzown
No diggity, y'knowI'msayin?
Trackmasters race me, y'knowI'msayin?
And I take care of mines, y'knowImean?
That's it son!
Peace!