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letra de who shot who? - youngstacpt & shaney jay

[intro]
(as we proceed to give you what you need)
it’s the y, motherf-ckers
kaapstad, motherf-ckers
(as we proceed to give you what you need)
y-gen, motherf-ckers
’til the end, motherf-ckers

[verse 1]
reboot when the notorious cpt settle disputes in interviews on who shot who
‘cause now you’re laying in the shallow end of the gene pool
men are trash, i’m doing dirt i need tools
locate me, i will never hide away
i set the tempo but i won’t give you thе time of day
f-ck what simon say, he tellin’ liеs again
’cause if crime don’t pay then i’ll resign today
there’s streng in numbers, 38 special wooden handle
tell gretel i took the bread and took hansel, to the oven with the apr-n
thugs we acquainted
we see the drug dealing platen on the pavement
the exchanges of control substances in abundance
gett caught smuggling through customs, here’s a conundrum
riddle me this
who’s bag did this kind carry ’cause she’s actin’ crazy?
pullin’ faces like jim carrey
he called her on the phone and she answered “yes daddy”
he asked “did you get locked up?”
she said “sadly”
cl!cked, put the phone down
couldn’t phone back ’cause the phone’s tapped and they probably found the whole stash
now she’s banged up abroad
i hanged and i crawled to get to this platform with my fangs and my claws
so i don’t give a f-ck about your rolex ice bezel
they’ll rob you in green markey square or mary fitzgerald
throw in a pair of tekkies and they might murder him
the houses we grew up in wasn’t all nurturing
knock-knock, stolen goods i was purchasin’
flip it again same process as burger king
inside me i’m channelling the greats
the only challenge you tryna win in is balancing on crates
fallin’ on your back until it breaks
all of this monkey business got me livin’ on the planets of the apes
[interlude]
(as we proceed to give you what you need)
it’s the y, motherf-ckers
kaapstad, motherf-ckers
(as we proceed to give you what you need)
dreams don’t pay, motherf-ckers
shaney jay, motherf-ckers

[verse 2]
as an mc i’ve always been ferocious
no governing body, the streets have voted
not the best rapper ever but i’ve been the closest
the mvp of the team has spoken
and you can tell it’s me by medals i wear
writin’ musical verses in an electrical chair
“any last words before they flip the switch?”
y-gen to the end and your kinds a tief
needed a genie in a bottle, that’s a different wish
if you want drip then i can make you swim with fish
now you sinking ’cause you’re tied down with weigths
cold steel in your mouth, tell me how it taste
i’ve been rapping for ten thousand hours straight
in between takes i get half an hour breaks
when you hear my punchlines you make that sour face
during covid i was sneezing in a crowded place
to all the ladies with the style and grace
they say i got a dimple in the exact same smile as mase, eish
cl!ck the tek, respect
i demanded, you broke commandements
there’ll be no second chances
though shall not f-ck with kaapstad naaiers
feel the jabs comin’ at you and it’s not pfizer
dagga in a grinder, curing your alzheimers
i think that you forgot who the greatest of all time was
march ninth was the date that he met his fate
but he also had a son among fred the god son
and beat capital punishment i’m keepin’ it corporal
see a stab wound in your jeep that was normal
blood stool look like a sea
bullets brush by you, you need a borsel
k!ll superman as a teen up in smallville
i shot him so how can he be immortal?
[interlude]
[?]
-gun cl!cking-

[outro]
who shot who?
(who shot, who shot, who shot, who shot?)
who shot who?
(who shot ya, who shot ya?)
who shot who?
(who shot ya, who shot ya?)
who shot who?
who shot who?
(who shot ya, who shot ya?)
who shot who?

- youngstacpt shaney jay

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