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    I Shot Ya (Remix)

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    I Shot Ya (Remix)

      About "I Shot Ya (Remix)"

      Lyrics for LL Cool J - "I Shot Ya (Remix)"

      Blaze this one, word up!
      I'ma blaze this one
      No doubt! uh, check it, check it, check it!
      uh, uh, check it, check it, check it!
      I'm Uncle L, check it, check it, check it!
      The Trackmasters, check it, check it, check it!
      Now everybody now, check it, check it, check it!
      All my niggas now, check it, check it, check it!
      Yeah, we 'bout to serve this one off nice, why'nah mean?
      Word up, check it!

      I shot ya!
      I'm splittin' brothers open like a doctor
      Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth got'cha
      I drop ya down in boilin' acid
      Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic
      Violations, room vibrations, son
      Cock the hammer let the Uncle give 'em one
      Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic
      puttin' hits on your clique, got'cha wife in turnin' tricks
      What? You don't want to, I thought that you was bawlin'
      Now watch 'cause I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin'
      Uh, what's my function? Lyrical injection
      Blazin' niggas, hittin' 'em raw with no protection
      I take advantage
      Ya fear me, I'm doin' damage
      Ya hear me
      The whole scenario is dreary
      MC's is gettin' wet up in the game
      I meet you up in Memphis, just call my name
      I shot ya!

      [Chorus: x2]
      Ya want to (uh)
      Ya want to (uh)
      Ya want to hit, give me a hour (uh)
      Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!)
      I shot ya!

      I shot ya! (uh)
      I got ya strap to the stagin'
      Trapped in a cagin, toe kissin' a Cajun
      Ya mob's locked down underneath the surface
      Ya gettin' nervous for talkin' shit with no purpose
      Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama
      What goes around comes around, not around farmers
      Silence, sh, very deadly
      Come and battle, let me add you to my medley
      Possessin' power, takin' everything I can grasp
      Go get it now, why you always dwellin' on the past?
      Baby boys reminiscin' old school shit
      Young fools get dicked, LL rules the shit
      With a platinum fist, the relentless abyss
      I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss
      Massacre, mmuh, blowin' up the tour bus passengers
      Chuckin' the color outta cartoon character
      Ya get serious
      Real niggas recognize what my theory is
      I shot ya!


      I shot ya!
      Word up, I'ma lace this shit crazy, why'nah mean?
      Word up, we're gonna blow the spot up, kid
      No doubt about it
      Yeah, yeah, I ain't through, I ain't through, I ain't through

      Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' kinda leery
      Ya clique thought I fell off, they didn't want to hear me
      Oh really, now tell me how long have you been whinin'
      Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin'
      I love your joint 'Rock The Bells', it was mad hot
      Ya record 'bout the Radio was blowin' up my spot
      My girl was on your chip when you flipped 'I Need Love'
      Your backseat count set was mad butter, son
      I loved your boomin' system it was wicked as could be
      You bad, now I'm writin' on your pink cookies
      And you had me screamin' 'Mama Said Knock Ya Out'
      Ya jinglin', baby, no doubt
      Uh, talk to me (what, what, uh, uh) become a zombie, walk to me
      Ain't a MC alive who fought with me
      Why'nah mean? Man, rock it
      Easy does it
      I gotta pluck it like buzzards
      I shot ya!

      [Chorus: x3]

      What, what, what, what, what
      Uh, what?
      Why'nah mean? This is how we gettin' down for crizzown
      No diggity, why'know I'm sayin'
      Trackmasters lace me, why'know I'm sayin'
      And I take care of mines, why'know I mean'
      That's it son!

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