Diddy

"Who Shot Ya (Serj Tankian Remix)"

[Intro: Diddy]
As we proceed to give you what you need
9-5, motherf*ckers
Get live, motherf*ckers
As we proceed to give you what you need
9-5, motherf*ckers
Get live, motherf*ckers
As we proceed—

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It’s on n*gga—f*ck all that bickerin’ beef
I can hear sweat tricklin’ down your cheek
Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
Thunderin’, shakin’ the concrete
Then the sh*t stop when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots
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”
Burn slow like blunts with yayo
Peel more skins than Idaho Potato
The lyrical molesting is taking place
f*cking with B.I.G., 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
n*ggas mad because I know that cash rules
Everything around me, two Glock 9s
Any motherf*cker whispering about mines
And I’m Crooklyn’s finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy’s behind this
Everything around me, two Glock 9s
Any motherf*cker whispering about mines
And I’m Crooklyn’s finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy’s behind this


[Interlude: Diddy]
As we proceed to give you what you need
9-5, motherf*ckers
Get live, motherf*ckers
As we proceed to give you what you need

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
pus*y when I want, Rolex on the arm
pus*y when I want, Rolex on the arm
pus*y when I want, Rolex on the arm
You’ll die slow but calm
pus*y when I want, Rolex on the arm
pus*y when I want, Rolex on the arm
Brave n*gga, turned front page n*gga
Brave n*gga, turned front page n*gga

[Interlude: Diddy]
As we proceed to give you what you need
9-5, motherf*ckers
Get live, motherf*ckers
As we proceed to give you what you need

[Verse 2: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
n*ggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, c*cksucker 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 f*ck with nor see Poppa
Feel a thousand deaths when I drop you
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I’m the don

[Interlude: The Notorious B.I.G.]
Come here, come here
Open your f*cking mouth, open your
Didn’t I tell you don't f*ck with me?
Huh, didn’t I tell you not to f*ck with me?
Look at you now, huh?
Can’t talk with a gun in your mouth, huh?
b*tch-ass n*gga, what?
Look at you now, huh?
Can’t talk with a gun in your mouth, huh?
b*tch-ass n*gga, what?
What?

[Chorus: The Notorious B.I.G.]
pus*y when I want, Rolex on the arm
pus*y when I want, Rolex on the arm
pus*y when I want, Rolex on the arm
You’ll die slow but calm
pus*y when I want, Rolex on the arm
pus*y when I want, Rolex on the arm
Brave n*gga, turned front page n*gga
Brave n*gga, turned front page n*gga

[Outro: The Notorious B.I.G.]
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys

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