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'