Kendrick Lamar - Who Shot Ya (Freestyle) lyrics

[Intro] I welcome y'all to boot camp Training Day Fasten your seatbelts [Verse] Who shot ya, I don't know but you're best to call a doctor Make sure them rookie medical surgeons can oper-rate on you Pistol whip break the face on you, sh** I does it my way like Sinatra Let them infrared's Dalmatian dot ya Scope'll spot ya, move wrong and I got ya Through my vision like perennial Creepin' to your house, you hear footsteps slowly as I tippy-toe The tip I owe is through your window pane, I'm insane One shot could leave 'em senseless, Marlon Wayans Psychiatrist can't restrain the mind of a sick patient Spray everything, not a single bullet wasted Be patient, you gon' be meeting mad links Put 'em in the basement BET, I'm strapped with TNT Follow rules every morning, this b**h coming with me, ooh That's what they say when they see me in your coupe Sunroof, rims spinning like a f**ing hoola-hoop You tried to play big and say "gimmie the loot" Tables turned, now the people saying "please don't shoot" Get out the way, label, and try to make it to safety Cause I doubt that my sh** is on safety Spray n***as, no ifs, ands, buts, or maybes Ride shotgun, 745 Maybe That's Maybach for you dumb motherf**ers I'm wise like my pops but I'm young, motherf**er I'm the one, motherf**er, bust around hustlers You want it? They could serve you, butler Excuse me Ma, I ain't going for your lover So when I f** you, the same time I'm like "f** you" You're better off looking for your next s**er Money talks, I thought you heard Chris Tucker I ball as if I play for the Rucker Black Widow, keep something under my pillow to buck ya He talk about it and when the fifth touch ya, no confession, no Usher, for real Your whole spot is a movie like Blockbuster If I want you imma bring it to your block, busta And make it clap, no I'm not spliff star and busta In fact, my n***as is lined in the way they rush ya I keep it street from Compton to Russia Rhyme technique is something like none other It's warfare, choke if you scared, go buy a flashlight and pray under your covers I slaughter n***as, one hand bang, Vince Carter n***as Young boy I'm a father figure to kids who's minds is bigger And they pops still sprung off the hardest liquor, I'm young Please move in orderly fashion For the love of money and crime I got a pa**ion Blow your body and spine whenever I'm blastin' Makeover your whole face, you look like a Jackson Any one, pick one [Outro] Aye I told you we gonna send you n***as to boot camp Training Day Fasten your seatbelts The ride is rough Lace your boots too This is practice right here, we do this sh** in our sleep Yeah