Who Shot Ya?

Yeah, uh huh, yeah i got it, keep going
Here we go, Flex

If dead men can talk, can you sleep?
Yo homie told you who got him
Would you have the heart to shoot
The nigga who shot him
Or would you start switchin' up?
You thinkin' 'bout the penitentiary
You bitchin' up
What if he said money ain't everything?
The hood raised us wrong
All jux'll get your money long
But look here I'm gone
Would that touch your heart
Have you feelin' funny inside?
Would that be enough to make
Yo punk ass ride?
What if he gave you a little
List of things to do?
Said he wouldn't have to die
He could live through you would you
Load the gat and get ready to ride?
Or would you lock the door
At yo crib and hide?
It's a cold world even when it's hot outside
Whether sun shine or rain
You still feel pain
Hit him 'cause he gave you strength
Now you in a daze
Yo homie- is in his grave, cause you-
Y'all know who killed him
Filled him with them Lugers and
The Rugers and the Deserts
Them boys smoked your homie
You ain't gon' do nothin' back?
Not even if he told you
"You next and get clapped"?
Don't take much for them shells to
Make a mess of you
Yo peoples gon' prolly cremate and
Burn the rest of you yeah, get 'em!

Ayo, ayo, it's T-O-N-Y Y-A-Y-O
The light on the 44'll light up yo
Bag gettin' chopped at the and the blender
So the coupe got TV, and the trail spinners
I'ma hustle like Larry Flint
Fly pimp in bulletproof with chinchilla pimps
I catch stunts like Evel Knievel
I got that diesel and that X
And I'm not Vin Diesel
Yo, I know you love the choppy flow
The rocks that glow
I'll have your man laid out in a hospital
He wasn't thinking with his
Mind, he wasn't logical, what? Yo!

Woah, 50 Cent, 50 Cent g-Unit, ha ha
You want beef with me?
Take a number and get in line
You want pairs with me?
I pop ya top off with the nine
You mad at me? Shit, 'cause you can't shine
You ain't gettin' yours?
That's fucked up 'cause I'm gettin' mine