Prodigal Sunn - Who Shot Ya? (Andre Betts Remix) lyrics

[Intro: [?]] A lotta people don't really know what's goin' on in the world today man, younahmean? There's a lotta things, younahmean? Knowin' man to get more respect for man, listen [Pre-Verse Ad-Lib: [?]] Feeling good tonight baby Got a live amp behind, ain't nothing like it baby [Verse 1: ?] Hard times in the ghetto's, forced to make ends meet Watching my brothers k** each other, for the thrill of defeat Teach my sons and my nephew, yo it's real in these streets You only got one life to live, you complete on your feet And as the world turn it's only too tight baby The gun and the knife, uhuh The gun and the trife, it's all a part of life [Verse 2: Prodigal Sunn] Freak with the lethal, these n***as be evil Moving with the actions of Smeagul, your sh** is see through [?] I see you, do what it do And I came as Sun of Man, I'm still a son of men The perfect plan working is, no time for the jerking man You will catch a hurting man, for certain it's curtains [?] like a [?] stance Mad men, weapons, Bentleys with the [?] My words is my blood If I gave you a [?] then I gave you a [?] [Chorus: Corey Glover of Living Colour] Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? Who shot ya? [Verse 3: Black Thought] 2-15, yo I shot ya, nationwide cops under observation It's hard to keep count of the deceased More dead n***as, another half-a**ed press release Black man blood starting to flood the street Ya heartbeat's catching control of the [?] Stop mumbling, face on the concrete Resistance stopped when I fired a shot You cough, I give a f** about innocence or not Your parents or your wife, new-born son, your daughter Slaughter, on brand new body-cam-recorder It's old school, new tools, you should learn though Don't turn a blind eye just like Joe Paterno I see you in Dante's Inferno You leaving home, you never gon' return yo n***as know, the systematics of tracks is taking place America, if you're the black, it ain't safe! [Verse 4: Chuck D] So I said what I said, just consider it said Never been back or fell back or care what they read Spit it in the red, and it ain't k**ed me Instead it built me, never said love me baby And it drove 'em crazy and Lord have mercy And even if it hurt me, what if, but, or maybe Never stooped down, or picked up a bad habit I run from some son of a gun who grabbed it [Chorus: Corey Glover] Who shot ya? Who shot ya? (Free) Who shot ya? Who shot ya? (Come on) [Guitar Solo: Vernon Reid] (Uh, salute, hey!) (No) (Who shot ya?) [Verse 5: Pharoahe Monch] From Freaky Tah to 2Pac to Chinx to Christopher Is it the liveliest while I still strive? So obvious at 25 while I'm alive Sit in the house of representatives and still won't die (Buck, buck, buck, buck) f** diplomatic immunity For the straight or the LGBT community The monotonous non-stop preposterous Second amendment or degradation of chakras That's why America prepares bombs We'll slice the limbs off a grizz-e-ly To bear arms, who shot ya? [Verse 6: ?] [?] [?] [?] [?] Four gunshots was the cause of d**h [?] [?] [?]