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letra de guess who shot ya - ja rule

[intro: puff daddy]
as we proceed
to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherf-ckers
get live motherf-ckers [2x]

as we proceed
to give you what you need
east coast motherf-ckers
bad boy motherf-ckers

ja rule – now turn the mics up
turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin
to that microphone
turn that sh-t the f-ck up
uh, what?
turn it up louder
yea, uh

as we proceed, to give you
what you need
j.m. motherf-ckers
j.m. motherf-ckers
9 to 5 motherf-ckers

[verse 1]
who shot ya?
big slugs runing your mouth huh
leve n-ggas sleep the heavy streets
it’s rule n-gga
f-ck rollin when we got beef
i done made blood go down you cheek
your heart ain’t cut for the cold of the street
you’re wondering is it murda that shot me?
it’s about to pop guns to c-ck
50 called the cops when he herd mad shots
city gots the dorps sell ?
1 tape aroud you feat
old school new school give a f-ck no
i burn n-ggas up that disreact yo and
n-ggas at the album f-ck 50 and you
when we get back we gonna pop his potato
n-ggas know the lyrical musleasting is taking place
f-ckin with inc it ain’t safe shots to your face
i been p-sseve with your -sses
those bumps and burses m1’s and uizs
ja n-ggas smash fools curtis no?
and he mad cuz he know im gods rule
my murda inc army cuerys glock nines
for any motherf-cker talking about mines
and im queen new yorks finest
go on rewind this murders behind this

[verse 2]
it’s rule the beast i f-cks all you freaks
loads up clips bust rounds in you cheek
n-gga don’t sleep better wach your back
or get claped like your mom did for selling crack
i puah your wig back c-cksucker jigs up
keep on talking get your unit spryed up
clip the deck respect i damaned it
you sliped up and broke my rules they like cammedmwnts
thu shal not f-ck with all see ruler
die 1000 deaths when i shoot ya i feel for cuz
yous a fake -ss don p-ssy -ss n-gga
that gets shoot up in cars
you’ll die slow but clam
reckanisses my faces so thier won”t be no missakes
so you’ll know where to send the jakes
fake n-gga snich n-gga f-ckin with them g-y n-gga
iry gottie bust down i smokes the blunts he sips
l1ck bary and them cops they gettin fire postions
waiting to get there hands on murda inc cuz 50 still sniching

[ja rule talking]
motherf-ckers get clip get clip
what i tell you n-gga
dident i tell you not to f-ck with me
put it in his mouth
-shots being fired-

- ja rule

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