Living Colour - Who Shot Ya? lyrics

Gun violence takes the life of an African-American man every five hours. It's the leading cause of d**h for black men under the age of 35 Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets It's on n***a, f** all that bickering beef I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet Thundering, breaking the concrete Finish it, stop when I foil the plot Neighbors call the cops, when they heard mad shots Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter Old school/new school need to learn though I burn, baby, burn like "Disco Inferno" I burn slow like blunts and yayo Peel more skins than Idaho Potato n***as know: the lyrical molesting's taking place f**ing with me. it ain't safe I make your skin chafe, rashes on them a**es Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools n***as mad because I know cash Rules Everything around me, two Glock 9s Any motherf**er whispering about mine And I'm Brooklyn's finest Come on, tell me Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? I seen the lights excite all the freaks Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps n***as wanna creep, gotta watch my back Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack? I switches all that, co*ks**er G's up One false move, get Swiss cheesed up Clip to TEC, respect I demand it Slip and break the 11th Commandment Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya?