Who Shot Ya (Live)

Yo Tech, let's make something happen!

New York!

Hass, turn my mic up, Hass

It's that time, motherfuckers

These **** don't rhyme like us

All praises, all burners, all razors

Hands down, ****, the game is all Jada's

Anything drop I cop in all flavors

He's a dick, you pussy, y'all neighbors

Hold on, we ain't playin' with

This is New York

This what these **** want, right?

I don't do Instagram

I don't do Twitter

I don't do none of that shit

Let's go, Tech

This what I do, ****

New York, make some motherfuckin' noise

All praises, all burners, all razors

Hands down, ****, the game is all Jada's

Something I drop I cop in all flavors

He's a dick, you pussy, y'all neighbors

Yeah, two extra whores

I'm in the new Aston with two extra doors

With a quick flip I don't try to stretch for more

One hundred percent powder, extra raw

And I get it from Giuseppe, either him or the eses

I've been smacking these rappers around for a decade

Still tryin' to get mami to sacame la leche

Know if I take her out, I could pop her the next day

The Black Mamba of the vocals, MJ of the Pro Tools, anti-social

Phil Jack on the track but I can't coach you

This is just audio of shit that I go through

Guns in the couch, money in the mattress

And I would have got the Bentley but I had to pay taxes

Settle for a polo fit and some air maxes

Your flow's a light sprain, mines is a fracture

Yeah, and the X-rays negative

Yous a coward, in jail you could never live

Yeah, you barely livin' out here

It's like I'm givin', you barely givin' out air

I'm the reason you breathing, it's like I'm giving out air

I got stocks in the block, I'm giving out shares

I don't know you, you ain't familiar

I don't care who shot you 'cause they ain't kill ya

As far as the word play, I'm a son of a bitch

These **** is decent, but ain't none of 'em Kiss

MTV, y'all know, I'll punish the list

****' jewelry are fake and ain't none of 'em rich

Notice they keep watching 'em, there's no stoppin' em

V neck, crush linen, suede Louie moccasins

Won't dry up 'cause it don't buy up

Cashmere sweats with the Gucci tie ups

Overlooking the city, my ****, I'm high up

I could get your brain blown out for five bucks

Always in the hood, that's 'cause I rep that

My paperwork good, **** already checked that

Probably just comfortable 'cause that's where I slept at

The desert is blue steel, the forty is jet black

Fuckin' bars, ****, bars

D Block

D Block