Who Shot Ya

Gun violence takes the life of a young African-American man

Every five hours

It's the leading cause of death for black men under the age of thirty-five

Who shot ya?

Separate the weak from the obsolete

Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets

It's on, ****, fuck all that bickering beef

I can hear the sweat trickling down your cheek

Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet

Thundering, breaking the concrete

Finish it, stop when I foil the plot

Neighbors call the cops when they heard mad shot

And I said, yeah

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

Saw me in the drop, three in the corner

Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter

Old school, new school, need to learn though

I burn, baby, burn like disco inferno

I burn slow like blunts and yayo

Peel more skins than Idaho potatoes

**** know the lyrical molesting's taking place

Fucking with me, it ain't safe

Make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses

Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers

Big poppa smash fools, bash fools

**** mad 'cause I know cash rules

Everything around me, two Glock nines

That motherfucker busting 'bout mine

And I am Brooklyn's finest

Come on tell me

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

I seen the lights excite all the freaks

Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps

**** 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 the tech, respect, I demand it

Flip and break the eleventh Commandment

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

Who shot ya?

All I wanna know, oh

Know