I Shot Ya Lyrics - Mr Smith - Ll Cool J

I shot ya! 

I'm splittin' brothers open like a doctor 

Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth got'cha 

I drop ya down in boilin' acid 

Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic 

Violations, room vibrations, son 

Cock the hammer let the uncle give 'em one 

Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic 

Puttin' hits on your clique, got'cha wife in turnin' tricks 

What you don't want to, I thought that you was bawlin' 

Now watch 'cause I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin' 

Uh, what's my function? Lyrical injection 

Blazin' niggas, hittin' 'em raw with no protection 

I take advantage 

Ya fear me, I'm doin' damage 

Ya hear me 

The whole scenario is dreary 

Mc's is gettin' wet up in the game 

I meet you up in Memphis, just call my name 

I shot ya! 

Ya want to (uh) 

Ya want to (uh) 

Ya want to hit, give me a hour (uh) 

Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!) 

I shot ya! 

Ya want to (uh) 

Ya want to (uh) 

Ya want to hit, give me a hour (uh) 

Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!) 

I shot ya! 

I got ya strap to the stagin' 

Trapped in a cagin, toe kissin' a cajun 

Ya mob's locked down underneath the surface 

Ya gettin' nervous for talkin' shit with no purpose 

Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama 

What goes around comes around, not around farmers 

Silence, sh, very deadly 

Come and battle, let me add you to my medley 

Possessin' power, takin' everything I can grasp 

Go get it now, why you always dwellin' on the past? 

Baby boys reminiscin' old school shit 

Young fools get dicked, LL rules the shit 

With a platinum fist, the relentless abyss 

I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss 

Massacre, muah, blowin' up the tour bus passengers 

Chuckin' the color outta cartoon character 

Ya get serious 

Real niggas recognize what my theory is 

I shot ya! 

Ya want to (uh) 

Ya want to (uh) 

Ya want to hit, give me a hour (uh) 

Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!) 

I shot ya! 

Ya want to (uh) 

Ya want to (uh) 

Ya want to hit, give me a hour (uh) 

Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!) 

I shot ya! 

Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin' kinda leery 

Ya clique thought I fell off, they didn't want to hear me 

Oh really, now tell me how long have you been whinin' 

Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin' 

I love your joint 'rock the bells', it was mad hot 

Ya record 'bout the radio was blowin' up my spot 

My girl was on your chip when you flipped 'I need love' 

Your backseat count set was mad butter, son 

I loved your boomin' system it was wicked as could be 

You bad, now I'm writin' on your pink cookies 

And you had me screamin' 'mama said knock ya out' 

Ya jinglin', baby, no doubt 

Uh, talk to me (what, what, uh, uh) become a zombie, walk to me 

Ain't a MC alive who fought with me 

Y'nah mean? Man, rock it 

Easy does it 

I gotta pluck it like buzzards 

I shot ya! 

Ya want to (uh) 

Ya want to (uh) 

Ya want to hit, give me a hour (uh) 

Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!) 

I shot ya! 

Ya want to (uh) 

Ya want to (uh) 

Ya want to hit, give me a hour (uh) 

Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!) 

Ya want to (uh) 

Ya want to (uh) 

Ya want to hit, give me a hour (uh) 

Plus a pen and a pad (uh, check it, check it, check it!) 

I shot ya!