Who Shot Me?

[Freestyle] Who shot me? Some punk mothafuckas I ain't never seen before in my life, you gotta pay that price When you in the hood hustlin' 24 hours a day Gun bust in [?] yay So I'm in the kitchen with a Pyrex plat Flip 'em like [?] supply I'm hot I'm in yard everyday around twelve o'clock They call me Russell Simins I sell that rock I'm in the hood in a new [?] [?] stock I don't know if it's [?] or not I'm not in a cause, I just like park above side drug [?] I took shots like 50 dog The one in a heart got me ready to die like Biggie was And if I ever see them niggas again [?] to the pen I'm from Compton they say I'm real sick with a pen Throw Jay-Z and a Pack mix 'em with Ren An OG [?] Whatchu got? The West Coast ridin' again But this time ain't goin' be no beefin' The truck got six stash spots ain't goin' be no [?] Grip buck from my passenger's side You must be askin' a die Empty the .44 mag in a [?] And how 'bout put the rest in your neck? [?] to that Bone-N-Thug shit on Life After Death I'm on that 2Pac thug shit right to my death In a hood with a M-16 around my neck Lookin' like [?] and dead presidents it's a beginning of a movie Compton's back! It's a beginning of a movement My dogs are strapped, holla at my nigga X Where Yonkers at Tell 'em ruff rydin' to Manhattan [?] If he can't catch me now I'm be at a [?] After that catch me chillin' at Harlem Aside a Cam'ron [?] Blowin' that [?] diesel and listen to the Bob Marley [?] Diddy [?] party I'm here with D Mack ain't no pathin' me down One shot at the bar ain't no clappin' me down You know, Fase got a gun homie I got a gun homie *bang-bang* that's where I'm from homie So before all that greesy talkin' [?] '89 and it's Eazy talkin'