I Shot Ya - LL COOL J, Keith Murray, Prodigy

Blaze this one, word up!

I’ma blaze this one

No doubt!

Uhh, check it, check it, check it

Uhh, uhh, check it, check it, check it

I’m Uncle L, check it, check it, check it

The Trackmasters, check it, check it, check it

Now everybody now, check it, check it, check it

All my niggas now, check it, check it, check it

Yeah, we 'bout to serve this one off nice, y’nahmean?

Word up, check it!

I shot ya!

I’m splittin' brothers open like a doctor

Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth got’cha

I drop ya down in boilin' acid

Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic

Violations, room vibrations, son

Cock the hammer let the Uncle give em one

Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic

Puttin hits on your clique, got’cha wife in turnin' tricks

What?

You don’t wanna, I thought that you was bawlin'

Now watch cos I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin'

Uh, what’s my function?

Lyrical injection

Blazin' niggas, hittin' 'em raw with no protection

I take advantage

Ya fear me, I’m doin' damage

Ya hear me

The whole scenario is dreary

MC’s is gettin' wet up in the game

I meet you up in Memphis, just call my name

I shot ya

Ya wanna (uhh)

Ya wanna (uhh)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour (uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it)

I shot ya

Ya wanna (uhh)

Ya wanna (uhh)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour (uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it)

I shot ya

I got ya strapped to the stage and

Trapped in a cage and, tongue kissin' a Gauge and

Ya mob’s locked down underneath the surface

Ya gettin' nervous for talkin' shit with no purpose

Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama

What goes around comes around, not around farmers

Silence, shhhh, very deadly

Come and battle, let me add you to my medley

Possessin' power, takin everything I can grasp

Go get it now, why you always dwellin' on the past?

Baby boys reminiscin' old school shit

Young fools get dicked, LL rules the shit

With a platinum fist, the relentless abyss

I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss

Massacre, mmuh, blowin' up the tour bus passengers

Chuckin' the color outta cartoon character

Ya get serious

Real niggas recognize what my theory is

I shot ya

Ya wanna (uhh)

Ya wanna (uhh)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour (uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it)

I shot ya

Ya wanna (uhh)

Ya wanna (uhh)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour (uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it)

I shot ya

I shot ya!

Word up, I’ma lace this shit crazy, y’nahmean?

Word up, we’re gonna blow the spot up, kid

No doubt about it

Yeah, yeah, I ain’t through, I ain’t through, I ain’t through

Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' kinda leary

Ya clique thought I fell off, they didn’t wanna hear me

Oh really, now teel me how long have you been whinin'?

Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you’re climbin

I love your joint Rock The Bells, it was mad hot

Ya record 'bout the Radio was blowin' up my spot

My girl was on your chip when you flipped I Need Love

Your backseat countset was mad butter, son

I loved your boomin' system it was wicked as could be

You bad, now I’m writin' on your pink cookies

And you had me screamin' Mama Said Knock Ya Out

Ya jinglin', baby, no doubt

Uh, talk to me (what, what, uhh, uhh) become a zombie, walk to me

Ain’t a MC alive who fought with me

Y’nahmean?

Mad rugged

Easy does it

I got em flockin' like buzzards

I shot ya

Ya wanna (uhh)

Ya wanna (uhh)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour (uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it)

I shot ya

Ya wanna (uhh)

Ya wanna (uhh)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour (uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it)

I shot ya

Ya wanna (uhh)

Ya wanna (uhh)

Ya wanna hit, give me a hour (uhh)

Plus a pen and a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it)

What, what, what, what, what

Uh, what?

Y’nahmean?

This is how we gettin' down for crizzown

No diggity, y’knowI’msayin?

Trackmasters lace me, y’knowI’msayin?

And I take care of mines, y’knowImean?

That’s it son!

Peace!