Lyrical Breakdown of I Shot Ya - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

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  • Lyric Overview: Witness how LL Cool J Fat Joe Foxy Brown Keith Murray Prodigy weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "I Shot Ya" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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I Shot Ya (remix)

LL Cool J

PYONG! 3

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I'm here to make a dollar out of 15 cents

And let my balls hang like I'm on a toilet taking a shit

My style is all that and a big bag of chips with the dip

Fuck all that sensuous shit

I represent intellectual violence

And leave your clique holier than the 10 Commandments

Like Redman I shift with the ruck

If your if was a spliff we'd be all fucked up (Word up)

No need to ask you who is he, son I get busy

Scuff my Timbs on the boulevard of many ruff cities

(Chicago, LA, any of 'em) I'll have to Norman Bate you

I love ta hate you cause youse a freak by nature

Can't wait to face you, mutilate you

Drink your style down straight with no chaser

My verbal combat's like a mini-Mac to your back

As soon as one of you niggas try to over react

The L.O.D. love good confrontation or vamp

Break your concentration, murder your camp

For tha jealous, overzealous, we fellas

Blow the the spot like Branford Marsalis

Niggas coming through and acting wild

Y'all commercial niggas better have a coke and a smile, I shot you

I conversate with many men, it's time to begin again

Forgot what I already knew, ayo, you hear me friend

Illuminati want my mind, soul and my body

Secret society, trying to keep they eye on me

But I'm stay incogni', in places they can't find me

Make my moves strategically, the G.O.D

It's sorta similar but iller than a chess player

I use my thinker, it coincides with my blinker

While you wondered what we saying on the records real

Yeah, you mothafuckin' right kid you know the deal

My Mobb is Infamous just like the fuckin' title read

You get back slapped so hard make ya nose bleed

Some kids feeling guilty 'bout the The truth hurts baby girl so just face it (Alright)

But anyway, back on the real side of things

My niggas sling cracks and wear fat diamond rings

Not only is it inside the songs that we sing

Everything is real not just a song that we sing

From my life to the paper, very accurately

Give you all of my two so maybe you can three

Prodigy will forever will S-H-I-N-E

My shit attract millions like the moon attract the sea

How dare you ever in your life walk past me

Without acknowledging this man as G-O-D, I shot you faggot ass

Now who the fuck you think you talking to, I pay dues I spray crews

Look I'm Joey Crack, motherfuckers be like he's bad news

Runnin this racket, from New York to Montego

Slaughtering people, bring a ton of keys from Puerto Rico

I'd rather be feared than loved because the fear lasts longer

These bitch-ass niggas know we stronger

Than these weaklings, seeking for respect that ain't there

Knuckleheads beware there's mad tension in the air

Tommy guns for fun shotties for block parties

While fresh lead heats up your insides like a fifth of Bacardi

Call the ambulance, this man's wet

Bullets cut him down from the root up just like a Gillette

Razor, which I keep hidden in my oral

Ready to spatter at any ad out that wants to quarrel

These feds want me for some tax evasion

Mad at the fact that somebody's getting lucci that's not caucasian

Bullets be blazing through these streets filled with torture

Joey Crack a.k.a. Keyser Soze

Thug niggas give they minks to chinks to down

We sip drinks rockin' minks, flashing rings and things (What the deal)

Fronting hardcore deep inside the Jeep, mackin

Doing my thing fly nigga you a Scarface king

Bitches grab ya ta-ta's, get them niggas for they chedda

Fuck it, Gucci sweaters and Armani leathers

Flossing rocks like the size of Fort Knox

Four carats, the ice rocks, pussy banging like Versace locs pops

Want ta the creep, on the light raw ass cheeks

I'm sexing raw dog without protection, diseaese infested

Italiano got the Lucciano

I gets down fucking with Brown Fox extra keys to the drop

Boo I'm Jingling Baby

I got crazy Dominicans who pay me to lay low, I play slow

Roll with The Firm, Mafiaso crime king pin

It all real nigga what tha deal, I shot you

What the fuck, I thought I conquered the whole world

Crushed Moe Dee, Hammer and Ice-T's girl

But still, niggas want to instigate shit

I'll battle any nigga in tha rap game quick

Name the spot, I make it hot for you bitches

Female rappers too, I don't give a fuck boo

Word, I'm here to crush all my peers

Rhymes of the month in The Source for twenty years

Niggas scared, I'm detrimental to your mental state

I use my presidential Rolex to be the bait

Niggas fight, Glock cocked ya temple gets fucked

MC's, that fuck with LL they gets bucked

That's real, what's up with that I Shot Ya deal

Light shit, niggas slip now how the bullet feel

New York appeal, in L.A. they gang bang

But if you touch a mic your motherfuckin ass hang

That's facts, niggas don't recieve no type of slack

Cause if they do, they ass is always runnin back

Not this time, but next time I'mma name names

LL, shitting from on top of the game, I shot you