Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song You Got Shot, artist - Prince Paul. Date of issue: 22.02.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
You Got Shot |
| You got shot 'cause you knocked-knocked-knocked |
| Who’s there? |
| Another motherfuckin hard rock |
| You got shot 'cause you knocked-knocked-knocked |
| Who’s there? |
| Another motherfuckin hard rock |
| You got shot 'cause you knocked-knocked-knocked |
| Who’s there? |
| Another motherfuckin hard rock |
| You got shot 'cause you knocked-knocked-knocked |
| Who’s there? |
| Another motherfuckin hard rock |
| If you knock on my door, you better been there before |
| Cuz for trespassin, you know I got the cure |
| I sleep wit hot lead, and it’ll be dawn 'fore dead |
| I’ll let my girl go 'fore my gun leaves my bed |
| Every man want heaven, but no man want dead |
| As the Pope once said, 'fore the dread lost his head |
| So I keep my door locked, my gun cold-cocked |
| First nigga that knock, I’m lightin up the whole block |
| Test me not if you don’t want to get hot |
| 'Cause I have missing posters filled with all you hard rocks |
| And I suggest, if you don’t want to get blessed |
| Just remember to wear your bulletproof vest |
| You got shot 'cause you knocked-knocked-knocked |
| Who’s there? |
| Another motherfuckin hard rock (BLAOW!) |
| It’s showdown, brother, high noon, my soul questing |
| Like old Westerns, the low down gonna die soon |
| The Tru-Fake, you gonna fall to rock-bottom |
| When my Glock spot em, then, for you, snake, you gonna crawl |
| Crumbling, messing with me definitely humbling |
| Mumbling mercy, thirsty, I need to hear it |
| I need your spirit decimated, desecrated my core |
| I’m to the extreme, before you do your next scheme |
| Deserve to leave you suffering, you gots to get the payback |
| From her to me, your brother and your brother kid from way back |
| Ain’t no shame in your drama, you will be feeling the heat |
| From you stealing my beat down to you gaming my mama |
| Aiming a bomb to finish with you, diminish/split you |
| You done pushed me, shit, I didn’t even get to kill that pussy |
| But now I’m 'bout to kill it, fill it, spill it on this pavement |
| Your scream’ll satisfy my Wes Craven |
| You got shot 'cause you knocked-knocked-knocked |
| Who’s there? |
| Another motherfuckin hard rock |
| You got shot 'cause you knocked-knocked-knocked |
| Who’s there? |
| Another motherfuckin hard rock |
| Yo, word is bond son. |
| I’m sayin, niggas, when I see that nigga, yo, |
| that’s my word. |
| Shit is gonna be so real for that nigga. |
| Yo, I’m saying! |
| Yo… |
| My cream I protect, your dreams I respect |
| My plan, that hard rock shit be snappin at your neck (ah!) |
| I thirst for beef, hot lead spells relief |
| So play your position, brave nigga, I’m the chief |
| And all that hard rock shit gon get you closer to redrum |
| And reachin for your pistol, I can say that’s quite dumb |
| So leave it alone, you’ve been dethroned |
| That’s only if your black ass wanna make it home |
| You’re getting carried away with pallbearers, twist you |
| While I’m wetting, that be the way it’s all clear with Mr. L |
| Gone, black, I’m telling him you was plotting for cheddar |
| To hell wit him, you forgotten, against my contract |
| We could do this like Judas, blast you with your style |
| Mastered it so foul, leave you clueless, like, «Who this?» |
| Karma caught you, kid, I’m fucking sicker than true lies |
| I’ma scorch a nigga, coming thicker with new rides |
| It’s hard to live, knowing that you doin the same |
| Knowin about you and your game, let God forgive |
| I won’t, see, I don’t give a fuck son, I give a buck in gross earning |
| You eating the heat, and my toast burning |
| You got shot 'cause you knocked-knocked-knocked |
| Who’s there? |
| Another motherfuckin hard rock |
| You got shot 'cause you knocked-knocked-knocked |
| Who’s there? |
| Another mother- |