Shot Who - 10kfabo

Motherfucker my shit Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? I don't know, who shot me Motherfucker who shot me? I'm like damn Did the homies set me up? 'Cause we ain't really been talkin' much I know that sounds sick My thoughts dark as fuck Like the barrel of the pistol I saw when he sparked it up Prolly was mad as fuck when I walked out the hospital Stupid ass motherfuckers Thinking they was going to stop Jizzle Had my pops mad, my momma sad, my sister feel bad My lil bro still mad Somebody got to pay for that My granny's prayers work 'Cause it could've got worse I'm talking pictures on the shirt When the shots went off I thought the spot was deserted But nah everybody in the spot was just nervous I don't like that Nah I don't like that we can't go right back So many niggas ready to go We can go war with Iraq They knew the code to my gate That was awkward Answer this I got a million dollars Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? I don't know, who shot me Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? I don't know, who shot me Who shot me? Maybe it 'cause I fucked Jamal bitch And I knew if he found out Her scary ass was gon tell him about my hideout Yeah they really came to the front door But luckily we had something fatter than this nine out Or maybe it was the nigga that I socked out When he hit me first I shoulda been knocked out All these maybe, maybe, maybe, maybe's I'm about to say fuck it and start squeezin' without aimin' I got trust issues, if I don't fuck with dude My body language gon' tell him I don't fuck with you I can't sleep at night this shit unbomftable Having nightmares of me coming for dude Having a hard time puttin' together two and two They was in a brand new truck Somebody sent them dudes They knew the code to my gate that was awkward Answer this I got a million dollars... Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? I don't know who shot me Who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? Motherfucker who shot me? I don't know who shot me Who shot me? Staring out the window Smokin' on this indo 'Cause I don't know who did it But I know this Bullets don't just go where the wind blows So I'm lookin' under my nose Hate always comes from up close But they can't stand me though Niggas ain't do no damage though Nigga bounced up that motherfuckin' hospital That same night, walked that shit off Like a motherfuckin' gangster is 'posed to, nigga, feel me? Like my mama asked this nigga Like "Boy what's wrong with you" Motherfucker shot me, nah mama None of these motherfuckers can stop me, nah mama Just got to walk it off mama Who shot me? After all the wicked shit I did I knew Karma was gon' catch up with a nigga (Hey nigga what you doing?) Damn, I ain't know it was gon' happen like this (Nigga watch out, nigga you ain't coming in here) Some niggas really tried to set me up I know shit get wicked in the street sometimes Like I said "You never know when it might brack off" But I guess God has some other plans for me 'Cause that shit ain't stop me

Gun violence takes the life of an African-American man every five hours. It's the leading cause of death for black men under the age of 35 Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef I can hear 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 shots Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter 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 Potato Niggas know: the lyrical molesting's taking place Fucking with me. it ain't safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools Niggas mad because I know cash Rules Everything around me, two Glock 9s Any motherfucker whispering about mine And I'm 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 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 Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya?

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