Who Shot Ya? (Original Demo Mix)

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.]

Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete

Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets

It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef

I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek

Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet

Thundering, shaking the concrete

Then the shit stop when I foil the plot

Neighbors call the cops, said they heard mad shots

Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter

Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter

Old school/new school need to learn though

I burn, baby, burn like "Disco Inferno"

Burn slow like blunts with yayo

Peel more skins than Idaho Potato

Niggas know: the lyrical molesting is taking place

Fucking with Biggie Smalls, it ain't safe

I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses

Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers

Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools

Niggas mad because I know that cash rules

Everything around me two Glock 9s

Any motherfucker whispering about mines

And I'm Crooklyn's finest

Representing for the queen, her royal highness

[Verse 2: Keith Murray]

Catch this one bubonic plague

In your head, back, chest, arms, and legs

When I'm coming through grab your cranium for alternatum

Son, I stay subterranium

My subliminals mix with criminal chemicals

Got more milky syllables than alphabet cereal

Place your bet and your whole entourage will get wet

That's a promise 'cause Idon't make threats

I'm a graceful poet with sadistic ballistics

Above and beyond all that other bullshit

Linguistics aggressive antiseptic

Nerve-wreckin', concepted on consistent contestants

My deviant deliverance

Leaves MC's in a state of mal mid depressin' (Word up)

I launch flows like torpedos

At any god-given episode

I be destined to flip so much funk shit

And do niggas better than the government

Keith Murray wrecks this with various combinations

I'm sick, manifestation

Oh my god, it's the hardest, I make entourages

And crews see mirages, Mary J. Blige is

God, gotta have my crew lace me up now