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Intro: puff daddy
As we proceed
To give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers 2x
As we proceed
To give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad boy motherfuckers
Big now turn the mics up
Turn that mic up yea that beat is knockin
To that microphone
Turn that shit the fuck up
Uh what?
Turn it up louder
Yea uh
As we proceed to give you
What you need
J.m. motherfuckers
J.m. motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Verse one:
Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them brooklyn streets
Itand'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
Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
Fuckin with b.i.g. it ainand't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and landcruisers
Big poppa smash fools, bash fools
Niggaz mad because i know that cash rules
Everything around me, two glock nines
Any motherfucker whispering about mines
And iand'm, crooklynand's finest
You rewind this, bad boyand's behind this
Interlude:
As we proceed
To give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad boy motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Smoke blunts motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to die motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Verse two:
I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Niggaz wanna creep, got ta watch my back
Think the cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, cock-sucker gand'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 iand'm the don
Pussy when i want rolex on the arm
Youand'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there wonand'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 baileyand's
On the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
And my cock, in the fire position and...
(get live motherfuckers
Ready to die motherfuckers)
Cand'mere, cand'mere [it ainand't gotta be like that big]
Open your fucking mouth, open your... didnand't i tell you
Donand't fuck with me? [*muffled* cand'mon man] huh?
Didnand't i tell you not to fuck with me?
(as we proceed) [cand'mon man] look at you now
(to give you what you need) huh? [cand'mon man]
(9 to 5 motherfuckers) canand't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
(get live motherfuckers) bitch-ass nigga, what?
(get live motherfuckers) [*muffled sounds, six gun shots*]
(as we proceed...) who shot ya?
Outro: puff daddy
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers
(who shot ya?)
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to die motherfuckers
Hah!!
As we proceed...
(who shot ya?)
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
East coast motherfuckers
(who shot ya?)
West coast motherfuckers...
West coast motherfuckers... hah!
As we proceed, to give you what you need
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Get live motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get money motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Get live motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
J.m. motherfuckers
J.m. motherfuckers
As we proceeeeeeed
To give you what you need...
9 to 5...
Intro: Puff Daddy
A medida que avanzamos
Para que se haga lo que usted necesita
9-5 hijos de puta
Obtenga hijos de puta viven 2x
A medida que avanzamos
Para que se haga lo que usted necesita
La costa este de hijos de puta
Hijos de puta chico malo
Grande ahora los micrófonos hasta
A su vez que el micrófono hasta que venció a sí es Knockin
Para que el micrófono
A su vez esa mierda de una puta vez
Uh, ¿qué?
Turn it up más fuerte
Sí uh
A medida que avancemos para darle
Lo que usted necesita
Jm hijos de puta
Jm hijos de puta
9-5 hijos de puta
Verso uno:
Who Shot Ya?
Separados los débiles de los ob-Solete
Duro para arrastrarse calles de Brooklyn
Itand en negro, a la mierda todos los que la carne disputas
Puedo oír el sudor corría por su mejilla
Los latidos del corazón soun como pies sasquatch
Trueno, sacudiendo el hormigón
Terminarlo, detener, cuando me frustrar el complot
Los vecinos llamar a la policía dijeron que escucharon tiros locos
Me vio en la gota, las tres de la esquina
Masacre, cinta aislante alrededor de su hija
De la vieja escuela nueva escuela tienen que aprender, aunque
I Burn Baby Burn como Disco Inferno
Fuego lento, como embota con
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
Notorious B.I.G.
Who Shot Ya
Who Shot Ya
Intro: puff daddy
As we proceed
To give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers 2x
As we proceed
To give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad boy motherfuckers
Big now turn the mics up
Turn that mic up yea that beat is knockin
To that microphone
Turn that shit the fuck up
Uh what?
Turn it up louder
Yea uh
As we proceed to give you
What you need
J.m. motherfuckers
J.m. motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Verse one:
Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them brooklyn streets
Itand'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
Niggaz know, the lyrics molestin is takin place
Fuckin with b.i.g. it ainand't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and landcruisers
Big poppa smash fools, bash fools
Niggaz mad because i know that cash rules
Everything around me, two glock nines
Any motherfucker whispering about mines
And iand'm, crooklynand's finest
You rewind this, bad boyand's behind this
Interlude:
As we proceed
To give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad boy motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Smoke blunts motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to die motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Verse two:
I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Niggaz wanna creep, got ta watch my back
Think the cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, cock-sucker gand'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 iand'm the don
Pussy when i want rolex on the arm
Youand'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there wonand'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 baileyand's
On the rocks, tote glocks at christenings
And my cock, in the fire position and...
(get live motherfuckers
Ready to die motherfuckers)
Cand'mere, cand'mere [it ainand't gotta be like that big]
Open your fucking mouth, open your... didnand't i tell you
Donand't fuck with me? [*muffled* cand'mon man] huh?
Didnand't i tell you not to fuck with me?
(as we proceed) [cand'mon man] look at you now
(to give you what you need) huh? [cand'mon man]
(9 to 5 motherfuckers) canand't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
(get live motherfuckers) bitch-ass nigga, what?
(get live motherfuckers) [*muffled sounds, six gun shots*]
(as we proceed...) who shot ya?
Outro: puff daddy
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers
(who shot ya?)
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to die motherfuckers
Hah!!
As we proceed...
(who shot ya?)
...to give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
East coast motherfuckers
(who shot ya?)
West coast motherfuckers...
West coast motherfuckers... hah!
As we proceed, to give you what you need
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Get live motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get money motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Get live motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
J.m. motherfuckers
J.m. motherfuckers
As we proceeeeeeed
To give you what you need...
9 to 5...
Notorious B.I.G.
Who Shot Ya
Who Shot Ya
Intro: Puff Daddy
A medida que avanzamos
Para que se haga lo que usted necesita
9-5 hijos de puta
Obtenga hijos de puta viven 2x
A medida que avanzamos
Para que se haga lo que usted necesita
La costa este de hijos de puta
Hijos de puta chico malo
Grande ahora los micrófonos hasta
A su vez que el micrófono hasta que venció a sí es Knockin
Para que el micrófono
A su vez esa mierda de una puta vez
Uh, ¿qué?
Turn it up más fuerte
Sí uh
A medida que avancemos para darle
Lo que usted necesita
Jm hijos de puta
Jm hijos de puta
9-5 hijos de puta
Verso uno:
Who Shot Ya?
Separados los débiles de los ob-Solete
Duro para arrastrarse calles de Brooklyn
Itand en negro, a la mierda todos los que la carne disputas
Puedo oír el sudor corría por su mejilla
Los latidos del corazón soun como pies sasquatch
Trueno, sacudiendo el hormigón
Terminarlo, detener, cuando me frustrar el complot
Los vecinos llamar a la policía dijeron que escucharon tiros locos
Me vio en la gota, las tres de la esquina
Masacre, cinta aislante alrededor de su hija
De la vieja escuela nueva escuela tienen que aprender, aunque
I Burn Baby Burn como Disco Inferno
Fuego lento, como embota con
Ayúdanos a mejorar, si encuentras errores ¡Envíanos tu corrección!
