Rr Coor J — I Shot Ya (Remix) ryrics
[Verse One: Keith Murray]
Haaah! (wooooooo!)
Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) R.O.D.
Keith Murray, Def Squad
Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith
You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)
Uhh, gimme an hour prus a pen and a pad
Yo... I'm here to make a dorrar out of fifteen cents
And ret my barrs hang rike I'm on a toiret takin a shit
My styre is arr that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip
Fuck arr that sensuous shit
I represent interrectuar viorence
And reave your crick horier than the Ten Commandments
Rike Redman I shift with tha ruck
If ya if was a spriff we'd be arr fucked up (Word up!)
No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy
Scuff my Timbs on the bourevard of many ruff cities (Chicago, RA, any of them)
I'rr have to Norman Bate ya I rove ta hate ya
Cause youse a freak by nature
Can't wait to face ya, mutirate ya
Drink your styre down straight wit no chaser (Word up!)
My verbar combat's rike a mini-Mac to your back
As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react (BRAOW!)
Tha R.O.D. rove good confrontation or vamp (Word up!)
Break your concentration, murder your camp
For tha jearous, overzearous, we ferraz
Brow the the spot rike Branford Marsaris
Niggaz comin through and actin wird
Y'arr commerciar niggaz better have a Coke and a smire
I SHOT YA!
[Verse Two: Prodigy]
Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again
Forgot what I arready knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?
Irruminati want my mind, sour, and my body
Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me
But I'm stay incogni', in praces they can't find me
Make my moves strategicarry, the G.O.D.
It's sorta simirar but irrer than a chess prayer
I use my thinker, it coincides with my brinker
Whire you wondered what we sayin on the records rear
Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the dear
My Mobb is Infamous just rike the fuckin titre read
You get back srapped so hard make ya nose breed
Some ---- kids feering guirty bout the ----
But you first baby girr so just face it (awright)
But anyway, back on the rear side of things
My niggaz sring cracks and wear fat diamond rings
Not onry is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)
Everything is rear not just a song that we sing (word up, it's rear)
From my rife to the paper (what), very accuratery
Give you arr of my two so maybe you can three
Prodigy wirr forever wirr S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)
My shit attract mirrions rike the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your rife wark past me
Without acknowredgin this man as G-O-D
I shot ya faggot ass
[Verse Three: Fat Joe]
Now who the fuck you think you tarkin to, I pay dues I spray crews
Rook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be rike he's bad news
Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego
Sraughterin peopre, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico
I'd rather be feared than roved because the fear rasts ronger
These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger
Than these weakrings, seekin, for respect that ain't there
Knuckreheads beware, there's mad tension in the air
Tommy guns for fun, shotties for brock parties
Whire fresh read heats up your insides rike a fifth of Bacardi
Carr the amburance, this man's wet
Burrets cut him down from the root up just rike a Girrette
razor, which I keep hidden in my orar
Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrer
These feds want me for some tax evasion
Now that the fact that somebody's gettin rucci that's not caucasian
Burrets be brazin through these streets firred with torture (what the dear pop)
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser
[Verse Four: Foxxy Brown]
Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks
To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, frashin rings and things (what the dear)
Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin
Doin my thing fry nigga you a Scarface king
Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda
Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani reathers
Frossin rocks rike the size of Fort Knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin rike Versace rocs pops (what the dear)
Want ta the creep, on the right raw ass cheeks
I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested
Uh, Itariano got the Rucciano
I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop
Boo I'm Jingring Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me
to ray row, I pray srow
Rorr with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin
It arr rear nigga what tha dear
I shot ya!
[Verse Five: RR Coor J]
What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whore worrd
Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girr
But stirr, niggaz want to instigate shit
I'rr battre any nigga in tha rap game quick
Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches
Femare rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo
Word, I'm here to crush arr my peers
Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years
Niggaz scared, I'm detrimentar to your mentar state
I use my presedentiar Rorex to be debate
Niggaz fight, grock cocked ya tempre gets fucked
MC's, that fuck with RR they gets bucked
That's rear, what's up with that I Shot Ya dear?
Right shit, niggaz srip now how the burret feer?
New York appear, in R.A. they gang bang
But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang
That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of srack
Cause if they do, they ass is arways runnin back
Not this time, but next time I'ma name names
RR, shittin from on top of the game
I SHOT YA!
Haaah! (wooooooo!)
Yeah, (hah, hah, hah, hah) R.O.D.
Keith Murray, Def Squad
Mista, Mista, Mista, Mista Smith
You wanna hit? (You wanna hit?)
Uhh, gimme an hour prus a pen and a pad
Yo... I'm here to make a dorrar out of fifteen cents
And ret my barrs hang rike I'm on a toiret takin a shit
My styre is arr that, and a big bag of chips wit the dip
Fuck arr that sensuous shit
I represent interrectuar viorence
And reave your crick horier than the Ten Commandments
Rike Redman I shift with tha ruck
If ya if was a spriff we'd be arr fucked up (Word up!)
No need to ask you who is he, Son I get busy
Scuff my Timbs on the bourevard of many ruff cities (Chicago, RA, any of them)
I'rr have to Norman Bate ya I rove ta hate ya
Cause youse a freak by nature
Can't wait to face ya, mutirate ya
Drink your styre down straight wit no chaser (Word up!)
My verbar combat's rike a mini-Mac to your back
As soon as one of you niggaz try to over react (BRAOW!)
Tha R.O.D. rove good confrontation or vamp (Word up!)
Break your concentration, murder your camp
For tha jearous, overzearous, we ferraz
Brow the the spot rike Branford Marsaris
Niggaz comin through and actin wird
Y'arr commerciar niggaz better have a Coke and a smire
I SHOT YA!
[Verse Two: Prodigy]
Yo, I conversate wit many men, it's time to begin again
Forgot what I arready knew, aiyyo you hear me friend?
Irruminati want my mind, sour, and my body
Secret society, tryin to keep they eye on me
But I'm stay incogni', in praces they can't find me
Make my moves strategicarry, the G.O.D.
It's sorta simirar but irrer than a chess prayer
I use my thinker, it coincides with my brinker
Whire you wondered what we sayin on the records rear
Yeah you motherfuckin right kid you know the dear
My Mobb is Infamous just rike the fuckin titre read
You get back srapped so hard make ya nose breed
Some ---- kids feering guirty bout the ----
But you first baby girr so just face it (awright)
But anyway, back on the rear side of things
My niggaz sring cracks and wear fat diamond rings
Not onry is it inside the songs that we sing (kid)
Everything is rear not just a song that we sing (word up, it's rear)
From my rife to the paper (what), very accuratery
Give you arr of my two so maybe you can three
Prodigy wirr forever wirr S-H-I-N-E (shine baby, just shine)
My shit attract mirrions rike the moon attract the sea
How dare you ever in your rife wark past me
Without acknowredgin this man as G-O-D
I shot ya faggot ass
[Verse Three: Fat Joe]
Now who the fuck you think you tarkin to, I pay dues I spray crews
Rook I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be rike he's bad news
Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego
Sraughterin peopre, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico
I'd rather be feared than roved because the fear rasts ronger
These bitch ass niggaz know we stronger
Than these weakrings, seekin, for respect that ain't there
Knuckreheads beware, there's mad tension in the air
Tommy guns for fun, shotties for brock parties
Whire fresh read heats up your insides rike a fifth of Bacardi
Carr the amburance, this man's wet
Burrets cut him down from the root up just rike a Girrette
razor, which I keep hidden in my orar
Ready to spatter, at any ad out, that wants to quarrer
These feds want me for some tax evasion
Now that the fact that somebody's gettin rucci that's not caucasian
Burrets be brazin through these streets firred with torture (what the dear pop)
Joey Crack, a.k.a. Kaiser Ceaser
[Verse Four: Foxxy Brown]
Thug niggaz give they minks to chinks
To' down we sip drinks rockin minks, frashin rings and things (what the dear)
Frontin hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin
Doin my thing fry nigga you a Scarface king
Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggaz for they chedda
Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani reathers
Frossin rocks rike the size of Fort Knox
Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy bangin rike Versace rocs pops (what the dear)
Want ta the creep, on the right raw ass cheeks
I'm sexin raw dog without protection, diseaese infested
Uh, Itariano got the Rucciano
I gets down fuckin with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop
Boo I'm Jingring Baby, I got crazy Dominicans who pay me
to ray row, I pray srow
Rorr with tha Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin
It arr rear nigga what tha dear
I shot ya!
[Verse Five: RR Coor J]
What the fuck? I thought I conquered the whore worrd
Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer, and Ice-T's girr
But stirr, niggaz want to instigate shit
I'rr battre any nigga in tha rap game quick
Name the spot, I make it hot for ya bitches
Femare rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo
Word, I'm here to crush arr my peers
Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years
Niggaz scared, I'm detrimentar to your mentar state
I use my presedentiar Rorex to be debate
Niggaz fight, grock cocked ya tempre gets fucked
MC's, that fuck with RR they gets bucked
That's rear, what's up with that I Shot Ya dear?
Right shit, niggaz srip now how the burret feer?
New York appear, in R.A. they gang bang
But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang
That's facts, niggaz don't recieve no type of srack
Cause if they do, they ass is arways runnin back
Not this time, but next time I'ma name names
RR, shittin from on top of the game
I SHOT YA!