Jon Connor - Who Shot Ya lyrics

[Verse 1] Just give me two minutes of lyrics and you'll feel it Headstrong it's like hearing me chew spinach The number one spot say hi to the new tenant If you sick my n***a this is the flu clinic Ready for war move or we shooting the lieutenant Been paying dues long overdue so let's do business About to capitalize like I'm starting a new sentence n***as ain't good, not until we say good riddance Up against me you're sacrificing your rapper life k** you n***as see you in hell then take your afterlife then bring you back to life That was just a warning for you dudes That I got more control over your f**ing life than you do Who got the juice feeling like Pac running from [?] until he popped his a** the whole industry left in body bags I body trash n***as because [?] when I'm at the podium this ain't fair that's like Nick Fury verse Nickelodeon Getting money then show me then Pac is on Ethiopian, n***as ain't really winning I'm finna to show you the trophy then First place I'll beat y'all running my worst race Worst case I'll sh** on you n***as piss on your birthplace Run, hide n***a because I'll never get tongue-tied You crab a** n***as like you was fresh on the drum line You want bars well you got snatched up by one time it's like gun fine at your front line Until you done trying, f** I hate that pun die Dead in the middle, of little Italy, little did we know that we riddle To middle me, who did diddly this is the epitome literally the remedy of n***as who say they sick of me Industry, enemy [?] we be picking your gravesite Rapping in front of k**ers and sinners will k** my stage fright n***as playing with me y'all know I'm not with the games right Dude your losing your hair like the end of a Johnny [?] fight Play nice or I take lives and exit stage right Vampire n***a, I'll never see daylight Watching the the game suffer Like Django watching the slaves fight n***as thinking they winning well we ain't watching the same fight You about to learn a lesson, you about to catch it for black depression, the Great Depression My depression the fact my pops left me f** n***as I went to school with, you about to get bruises for sh** you had nothing to do with I'll showoff so don't confuse it I won't shoot it I alley-oop it To myself, the sh** that I'm doing is f**ing inhuman Anticpate the n***a that's great, give you more lines than a interstate, still an 8 n***as scrapping they dinner plate, in my face you n***as egging me on I'm the best in the world, sh** tell me I'm wrong Just give me 2 minutes of lyrics then you finished 2 minutes is up I'm finished f**ing with you n***as