The Notorious B.I.G. Who Shot Ya? Remix

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[Intro – Puffy]
As we proceed to give you what you need

[Verse 1 – K. Jayz]
Who shot ya?
See your niggas running without ya
Because the AK-47 sing like Sinatra
You know these niggas really give you no option
Now you sitting there, left behind like an abortion
You know NY do not give a fuck about beef
You know why? Because we started the rap scene
Rapping so dirty with that flow, you niggas sound clean
I was up in New York until I was a preteen
I do damage with that Uzi in my mouth
But the average rapper do not know what he talking about
And I guess it’s because rap changed
But they would never last back when the ‘90s reigned
I know that I’m really just ahead of my time
And I know these other niggas really looking for mines
And I’m the realest on the line
Niggas get lyrical like the holy Qur’an
I’m really looking for that good shit
Other niggas looking for the stereotypical hood shit
So what’s good? Is you strapped, motherfucker?
Is you “that” motherfucker?
Is you rich, motherfucker?
How many gang wars will it take before we lose another brother by mistake?
And If you don’t like what I say, I don’t give a fuck
Press rewind so you can hear it again

[Verse 2 – The Notorious B.I.G.]
I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, cocksucker G’s up
One false move, get Swiss cheesed up
Clip to Tec, respect I demand it
Slip and break the, 11th Commandment
Thou shalt not fuck with nor see Poppa
Feel a thousand deaths when I drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I’m the don
Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm
You’ll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there won’t be no mistake
So you know where to tell jake, lame nigga
Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
Puff Daddy flips daily
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey’s
On the rocks, tote Glocks at christenings
Hammer cock, in the fire position and…

[Outro – The Notorious B.I.G.]
Come here, come here, (It ain’t gotta be like that Big)
Open your fucking mouth, open your, didn’t I tell you
Don’t fuck with me? (Come on man)
Huh? Didn’t I tell you not to fuck with me? (Come on man)
Look at you now, huh? (Come on man)
Can’t talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
Bitch-ass nigga, what?.. Who shot ya?