I Shot Ya

<br>Intro:<br><br>Blaze this one, word up!<br>I`ma blaze this one<br>No doubt! Uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!<br>Uhh, uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!<br>I`m Uncle L, check it, check it, check it!!!<br>The Trackmasters, check it, check it, check it!!!<br>Now everybody now, check it, check it, check it!!!<br>All my niggas now, check it, check it, check it!!!<br>Yeah, we `bout to serve this one off nice, y`nahmean?<br>Word up, check it!<br><br>I shot ya!<br>I`m splittin brothers open like a doctor<br>Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth got`cha<br>I drop ya down in boilin acid<br>Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic<br>Violations, room vibrations, son<br>cock the hammer let the Uncle give em one<br>Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic<br>puttin hits on your clique, got`cha wife in turnin tricks<br>What? You don`t wanna, I thought that you was bawlin<br>Now watch cos I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin<br>Uh, what`s my function? Lyrical injection<br>Blazin niggas, hittin em raw with no protection<br>I take advantage<br>Ya fear me, I`m doin damage<br>Ya hear me<br>the whole scenario is dreary<br>MC`s is gettin wet up in the game<br>I meet you up in Memphis, just call my name<br>I shot ya!<br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Ya wanna (uhh)<br>Ya wanna (uhh)<br>Ya wanna hit, give me a hour (uhh)<br>plus a pen and a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!)<br>I shot ya!<br>*repeat*<br><br>I shot ya! (uhh)<br>I got ya strap to the stagin<br>Trapped in a cagin, toe kissin a Cajun<br>Ya mob`s locked down underneath the surface<br>Ya gettin nervous for talkin shit with no purpose<br>Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama<br>What goes around comes around, not around farmers<br>Silence, shhhh, very deadly<br>Come and battle, let me add you to my medley<br>Possessin power, takin everything I can grasp<br>Go get it now, why you always dwellin on the past?<br>Baby boys reminiscin old school shit<br>Young fools get dicked, LL rules the shit<br>with a platinum fist, the relentless abyss<br>I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss<br>Massacre, mmuh, blowin up the tour bus passengers<br>Chuckin the colour outta cartoon character<br>Ya get serious<br>Real niggas recognise what my theory is<br>I shot ya!<br><br>Chorus<br><br>Bridge:<br><br>I shot ya!<br>Word up, I`ma lace this shit crazy, y`nahmean?<br>Word up, we`re gonna blow the spot up, kid<br>No doubt about it<br>Yeah, yeah, I ain`t thru, I ain`t thru, I ain`t thru<br><br>Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin kinda leary<br>Ya clique thought I fell off, they didn`t wanna hear me<br>Oh really, now teel me how long have you been whinin?<br>Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you`re climbin<br>I love your joint Rock The Bells, it was mad hot<br>Ya record `bout the Radio was blowin up my spot<br>My girl was on your chip when you flipped I Need Love<br>Your backseat countset was mad butter, son<br>I loved your boomin system it was wicked as could be<br>You bad, now I`m writin on your pink cookies<br>And you had me screamin Mama Said Knock Ya Out<br>Ya jinglin, baby, no doubt<br>Uh, talk to me (what, what, uhh, uhh) become a zombie, walk to me<br>Ain`t a MC alive who fought with me<br>Y`nahmean? Man, rock it<br>Easy does it<br>I gotta pluck it like buzzards<br>I shot ya!<br><br>Chorus (x3)<br><br>Outro: (over chorus)<br><br>What, what, what, what, what<br>Uh, what?<br>Y`nahmean? This is how we gettin down for crizzown<br>No diggity, y`knowI`msayin?<br>Trackmasters lace me, y`knowI`msayin?<br>And I take care of mines, y`knowImean?<br>That`s it son!<br>Peace!