Lyrical Breakdown of Who Shot Ya? - 2005 Remaster - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

Welcome to the detailed analysis of "Who Shot Ya? - 2005 Remaster" on Lazyjot. Here, we unravel the lyrical complexity and artistic brilliance that define this iconic song.

Lyric Overview: Witness how The Notorious B.I.G. weaves words into powerful emotions and vivid imagery. From intricate rhyme schemes to compelling storytelling, every line in "Who Shot Ya? - 2005 Remaster" is a testament to masterful songwriting.
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As we proceed

To give you what you need

Nine to five, motherfuckers

Get live, motherfuckers

As we proceed

To give you what you need

Nine to five, motherfuckers

Get live, motherfuckers

As we proceed (turn the mics up)

To give you what you need (turn the mic up, yeah, that beat is knockin' to that microphone)

East coast, motherfuckers (turn that shit the fuck up) (ug, what?)

Bad Boy, motherfuckers (turn it up louder, yeah, uh)

As we proceed, to give you

What you need

J.M. motherfuckers

Nine to five, motherfuckers

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 soun like Sasquatch feet

Thundering, shaking the concrete

Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot

Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots

Saw me in the drop, three in the corner

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 ya-yo

Peel more skins than Idaho potato

Niggas know, the lyrics molestin is takin place

Fuckin with B.I.G. it ain't safe

I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses

Bumps and bruises, blunts and Landcruisers

Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools

Niggas mad because I know that Cash Rules

Everything Around Me, two glock nines

Any motherfucker whispering about mines

And I'm, Crooklyn's finest

You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this

As we proceed

To give you what you need

Nine to five, motherfuckers

Get live, motherfuckers

As we proceed

To give you what you need

East coast, motherfuckers

Bad Boy, motherfuckers

Get high, motherfuckers

Smoke blunts, motherfuckers

Get high, motherfuckers

Ready to die, motherfuckers

Nine to five, motherfuckers

I seen the light excite all the freaks

Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps

Niggas wanna creep, got to watch my back

Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?

I switches all that, cock-sucker G's up

One false move, get swiss cheesed up

Clip to Tec, respect I demand it

Slip and break the 11th Commandment

Thou shalt not fuck with raw C-Poppa

Feel a thosand deaths when I drop ya

I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don

Pussy when I want Rolex on the arm

You'll die slow but calm

Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake

So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga

Brave nigga, turned front page nigga

Puff Daddy flips daily

I smoke the blunts he sips on the Bailey's

On the rocks, tote glocks at christenings

And my cock, in the fire position and (get live, motherfuckers, ready to die, motherfuckers)

C'here, c'here (it ain't gotta be like that, Big)

Open your fucking mouth, open your

Didn't I tell you don't fuck with me? Huh?

Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me?

(As we proceed) (c'mon man) Look at you now

(To give you what you need) Huh? (c'mon man)

(Nine to five, motherfuckers) Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?

(Get live, motherfuckers) Bitch-ass nigga, what?

(Get live, motherfuckers) (as we proceed...) Who shot ya?

(To give you what you need)

Nine to five, motherfuckers

Get live, motherfuckers

(Who shot ya?) get high motherfuckers

Ready to die, motherfuckers

As we proceed (who shot ya?)

To give you what you need

Nine to five, motherfuckers

East coast motherfuckers (who shot ya?)

West coast, motherfuckers

As we proceed

To give you what you need

As we proceed

To give you what you need

Get live, motherfuckers

Nine to five, motherfuckers

Get money, motherfuckers

As we proceed (to give you what you need)

Nine to five, motherfuckers

Get live, motherfuckers

Nine to five, motherfuckers

J.M., motherfuckers

As we proceed

To give you what you need (what 'ya gon' do?)

Nine to five