Notorious B.I.G. - Who shot ya

LYRICS Yo, rakd fel "azt". Big, mit mûvelsz? Néha felül kell emelkedj, de néha rá kell taposnod. Ne énekeld azt.. Muszáj. Yo, na figyeljetek. Ez a mûfaj a legjobb barátotokat az ellenségeitekké változtatja. Pac figyelmeztetett, de nem hittem neki. Ezt a dalt pár hónapja írtam. Valószínûleg nem hisz nekem. De lehet, hogy senki sem. De õszintén, le se szarom. ------------ Who shot ya?! Separate the weak from the obsolete Hard to creep these Brooklyn streets It's on, nigga Fuck all that bickering beef I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek Your heart beat sounds like Sasquatch feet Thundering shaking the concrete Finish this stuff when I foil the plot Neighbors called the cops when they heard mad shots Rolling 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" Burn slow like blunts with yayo Peel more skins than idaho potato Niggas know the lyrical molesting is taking place Fucking with B.I.G. It ain't safe I make your skin chafe Rough to the masses Bumps and bruises Cuffs and Land Cruisers Big Poppa smash fools hash fools Niggas mad because they know that cash rules everything around me Two Glock nines Any motherfucker whispering about mines And I'm Crooklyn's finest You rewind this Bad Boy's behind this ... As we proceed to give you what you need East Coast Bad Boy