| Who shot me?
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| Motherfucker, who shot me?
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| I don’t know who shot me
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| Motherfucker who shot me?
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| I’m like, «Damn, did the homies set me up?»
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| 'Cause we ain’t really been talking much
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| I know that sounds sick, my thoughts dark as fuck
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| Like the barrel of that pistol I saw when he sparked it up
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| Prolly was mad as fuck when I walked out the hospital
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| Stupid-ass motherfuckers, thinking they was going to stop Jizzle
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| Had my pops mad, my mama sad, my sister feel bad
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| My lil' bro still mad, somebody got to pay for that
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| My granny’s prayers work
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| 'Cause it could’ve got worse, I’m talking pictures on the shirt
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| When the shots went off, I thought the spot was deserted
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| But nah, everybody in the spot was just nervous
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| I don’t like that, nah, I don’t like that, we can’t go right back
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| So many niggas ready to go, we can go war with Iraq
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| They knew the code to my gate, that was awkward
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| Answer this, I got a million dollars
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| Who shot me?
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| Motherfucker, who shot me?
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| I don’t know who shot me
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| Who shot me?
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| Motherfucker, who shot me?
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| Motherfucker, who shot me?
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| I don’t know who shot me
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| Who shot me?
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| Maybe it 'cause I fucked Jamal bitch and I knew if he found out
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| Her scary ass was gon' tell him about my hideout
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| Yeah, they really came to the front door
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| But luckily we had something fatter than this nine out
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| Or maybe it was the nigga that I socked out
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| When he hit me first, I shoulda been knocked out
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| All these maybe, maybe, maybe, maybes
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| I’m about to say fuck it and start squeezing without aiming
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| I got trust issues if I don’t fuck with dude
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| My body language gon' tell him I don’t fuck with you
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| I can’t sleep at night, this shit unbomfortable
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| Having nightmares of me coming for dude
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| Having a hard time putting together two and two
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| They was in a brand new truck, somebody sent them dudes
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| They knew the code to my gate, that was awkward
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| Answer this, I got a million dollars
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| Who shot me?
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| Motherfucker, who shot me?
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| I don’t know who shot me
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| Who shot me?
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| Motherfucker, who shot me?
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| Motherfucker, who shot me?
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| I don’t know who shot me
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| Who shot me?
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| Staring out the window
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| Smoking on this indo 'cause I don’t know
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| Who did it, but I know this
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| Bullets don’t just go where the wind blows
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| So I’m looking under my nose
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| Hate always comes from up close
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| But they can’t stand me though
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| Niggas ain’t do no damage, though, you know, nigga?
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| Nigga bounced up that motherfuckin' hospital the same night
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| Walked that shit off like a motherfucker in a gang supposed to, nigga, feel me?
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| Like my mama asked me, nigga, like, «Boy what’s wrong with you, nigga?
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| «(Motherfucker shot me)
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| Nah, mama (But these motherfuckers can’t stop me)
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| Nah, mama, just got to walk it off, mama
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| Who shot me?
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| After all the wicked shit I did
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| I knew karma was gon' catch up with a nigga
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| Damn, I ain’t know it was gon' happen like this
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| Some niggas really tried to set me up
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| I know shit get wicked in the street sometimes
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| Like I said, «You never know when it might brack off»
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| But I guess God has some other plans for me
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| 'Cause that shit ain’t stop me |