Ja Rule - Guess Who Shot Ya lyrics

[Intro: Puff Daddy] As we proceed To give you what you need 9 to 5 motherf**ers Get live motherf**ers [2X] As we proceed To give you what you need East coast motherf**ers Bad Boy motherf**ers Ja Rule - Now turn the mics up Turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin To that microphone Turn that sh** the f** up Uh, what? Turn it up louder Yea, uh As we proceed, to give you What you need J.M. motherf**ers J.M. motherf**ers 9 to 5 motherf**ers [Verse 1] Who shot ya? Big slugs runing your mouth huh Leve n***as sleep the heavy streets It's Rule n***a f** rollin when we got beef I done made blood go down you cheek Your heart ain't cut for the cold of the street You're wondering is it Murda that shot me? It's about to pop guns to co*k 50 called the cops when he herd mad shots City gots the dorps sell ? 1 tape aroud you feat Old school new school give a f** no I burn n***as up that disreact yo and n***as at the album f** 50 and you When we get back we gonna pop his potato n***as know the lyrical musleasting is taking place f**in with Inc it ain't safe shots to your face I been pa**eve with your a**es Those bumps and burses m1's and uizs Ja n***as smash fools curtis no? And he mad cuz he know im gods rule My murda inc army cuerys Glock nines For any motherf**er talking about mines And im queen new yorks finest Go on rewind this murders behind this [Verse 2] It's rule the beast I f**s all you freaks Loads up clips bust rounds in you cheek n***a don't sleep better wach your back Or get claped like your mom did for selling crack I puah your wig back co*ks**er jigs up Keep on talking get your unit spryed up Clip the deck respect I damaned it You sliped up and broke my rules they like cammedmwnts Thu shal not f** with all see ruler Die 1000 d**hs when I shoot ya I feel for cuz Yous a fake a** don p**y a** n***a That gets shoot up in cars You'll die slow but clam Reckanisses my faces so thier won"t be no missakes So you'll know where to send the jakes Fake n***a snich n***a f**in with them gay n***a Iry Gottie bust down I smokes the blunts he sips Lick bary and them cops they gettin fire postions Waiting to get there hands on murda inc cuz 50 still sniching [Ja Rule talking] MOTHERfu*kERS GET CLIP GET CLIP WHAT I TELL YOU ni**a DIDENT I TELL YOU NOT TO fu*k WITH ME PUT IT IN HIS MOUTH *Shots being fired*