Who Shot Ya
DJ Rectangle Lyrics
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To give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers
Now turn the mics up (As we proceed)
Turn that mic up, yea that beat is knockin', need that mic up tho (To give you what you need)
Turn that shit the fuck up (East coast motherfuckers)
Uh, what? (Bad Boy motherfuckers)
Turn it up louder
Yea, uh
As we proceed, to give you
What you need
J.M. motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Who shot ya?
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter
Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
Old school new school need to learn though
I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with yayo
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
Niggas know, the lyrics molestin' is takin' place
Fuckin' with B.I.G. it ain't safe
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
Niggas mad because I know that cash rules
Everything around me two Glock 9s
Any motherfucker whispering about mines
And I'm Crooklyn's finest
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this
As we proceed
To give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
East coast motherfuckers
Bad Boy motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Smoke blunts motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers
Ready to die motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
I seen the light excite all the freaks
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back
Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
I switches all that, cocksucker G's up
One false move, get Swiss cheesed up
Clip to TEC, respect I demand it
Slip and break the 11th Commandment
Thou shalt not fuck with nor see Poppa
Feel a thousand deaths when I drop ya
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm
You'll die slow but calm
Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga
Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
Puff Daddy flips daily
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys
On the rocks, tote Glocks at christenings
Hammer cock, in the fire position and
Get live motherfuckers
Ready to Die motherfuckers
Come here, come here
Open your fucking mouth, open your, didn't I tell you don't fuck with me? Huh?
Didn't I tell you not to fuck with me?
Huh? Look at you now
Huh?
Can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
Bitch-ass nigga, what?
(Get live motherfuckers)
As we proceed (Who shot ya?)
To give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers
Get high motherfuckers (Who shot ya?)
Ready to die motherfuckers
As we proceed (Who shot ya?)
To give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
East coast motherfuckers
(Who shot ya?)
West coast motherfucker
West coast motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
As we proceed
To give you what you need
Get live motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get money motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Get live motherfuckers
9 to 5 motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
J.M. motherfuckers
As we proceed
To give you what you need
The song "Who Shot Ya" by DJ Rectangle starts with a chorus as they proceed to give their listeners what they need. The lyrics in the song sound like they're from the perspective of a gang member showcasing his tough persona - this can be seen as he talks about separating the weak from the obsolete in Brooklyn streets. He further challenges his rivals to go against him face-to-face as he says "it's on, f*** all that bickering beef", and threatens them with the sound of his heartbeat on the streets 'like Sasquatch feet.' The rapper exaggerates his abilities and his music throughout the song, and this is evident as he raps "lyrics molesting is taking place" and "Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools".
In conclusion, the lyrics in "Who Shot Ya" seem to be a showcase of the rapper's tough persona and badassery. He constantly refers to his strength in intimidating and defeating his rivals in Brooklyn streets.Overall, this song seems to be a portrayal of the rapper's confidence in his music and his self-assured nature in his pursuit of success.
Line by Line Meaning
As we proceed
We are continuing on with our performance
To give you what you need
We are here to provide you with what you are looking for
9 to 5 motherfuckers
Those who work regular jobs
Get live motherfuckers
Get excited and energetic
East coast motherfuckers
Referring to those on the East Coast of the United States
Bad Boy motherfuckers
Referring to those associated with Bad Boy Records
Who shot ya?
Asking who fired the shots
Seperate the weak from the ob-solete
Distinguish the weak from the irrelevant
Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
Difficult to move around unnoticed on the streets of Brooklyn
It's on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
Things are about to get serious, no more arguing and fighting
I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
I can hear your fear
Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
Your heart rate is elevated and can be heard loudly
Thundering, shaking the concrete
Powerful, shaking the ground
Finish it, stop, when I foil the plot
Stop before I ruin your plan
Neighbors call the cops said they heard mad shots
Neighbors called the police because they heard gunshots
Saw me in the drop, three and a quarter
They saw me in the car, a BMW 3 Series
Slaughter, electrical tape around your daughter
I killed your child and wrapped her in electrical tape
Old school new school need to learn though
Both old and new generations need to learn something
I burn baby burn like Disco Inferno
I'm on fire like the song Disco Inferno
Burn slow like blunts with yayo
Burning slowly like marijuana cigars laced with cocaine
Peel more skins than Idaho potato
Making more money than a potato farmer in Idaho
Niggas know, the lyrics molestin' is takin' place
People know that my lyrics are dominating the music scene
Fuckin' with B.I.G. it ain't safe
It's dangerous to mess with B.I.G.
I make your skin chafe, rashes on the masses
My music causes a reaction, physically and emotionally
Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers
I've been through tough times and have come out on top
Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
I defeat and humiliate my enemies
Niggas mad because I know that cash rules
People are angry because I know how to make money
Everything around me two Glock 9s
I carry two Glock 9mm handguns with me
Any motherfucker whispering about mines
Anyone talking about me behind my back
And I'm Crooklyn's finest
I am the best from Brooklyn
You rewind this, Bad Boy's behind this
Rewind this track, Bad Boy Records produced it
Get high motherfuckers
Smoke marijuana and get high
Smoke blunts motherfuckers
Smoke marijuana cigars
Ready to die motherfuckers
Willing to risk death for the thrill
I seen the light excite all the freaks
People get excited when they see me
Stack mad chips, spread love with my peeps
Make a lot of money and share it with my friends
Niggas wanna creep, gotta watch my back
People are trying to sneak up on me, I need to be cautious
Think the Cognac and indo sack make me slack?
Do you think drinking Cognac and smoking marijuana make me lazy?
I switches all that, cocksucker G's up
I change my behavior and become more aggressive
One false move, get Swiss cheesed up
If you make a mistake, you will be shot multiple times
Clip to TEC, respect I demand it
I have a clip in my handgun, show me respect
Slip and break the 11th Commandment
Disobey my rules and suffer the consequences
Thou shalt not fuck with nor see Poppa
Do not mess with me or try to challenge me
Feel a thousand deaths when I drop ya
You will suffer greatly when I kill you
I feel for you, like Chaka Khan I'm the don
I understand your pain, I am a leader
Pussy when I want, Rolex on the arm
I can have sex whenever I want and I have a Rolex watch
You'll die slow but calm
You will die a slow death, but it will be peaceful
Recognize my face, so there won't be no mistake
Acknowledge who I am to avoid confusion
So you know where to tell Jake, lame nigga
So you know who to report to the police
Brave nigga, turned front page nigga
You were brave, but now you are dead and made the news
Puff Daddy flips daily
Puff Daddy (Sean Combs) makes a lot of money
I smoke the blunts he sips on the Baileys
I smoke marijuana cigars while he drinks Baileys
On the rocks, tote Glocks at christenings
I carry guns even at peaceful events
Hammer cock, in the fire position and
I am ready to shoot at any moment
Come here, come here
Approach me
Open your fucking mouth, open your, didn't I tell you don't fuck with me? Huh?
Open your mouth, didn't I warn you not to mess with me?
Look at you now, can't talk with a gun in your mouth huh?
You can't speak with a gun in your mouth
Bitch-ass nigga, what?
Insulting someone in a derogatory way
West coast motherfucker
Referring to those on the West Coast of the United States
Get money motherfuckers
Make a lot of money
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SEAN COMBS, HERB MAGIDSON, NASHIEM SA-ALLAH MYRICK, CHRISTOPHER WALLACE, ALLIE WRUBEL
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@maxon999
i bought this mixtape in Italy about...dont know around 25 years ago? found in a shop owned by a american man that lived in Italy. i used to play it in my car everyday while going around with friends...it was great and in Italy rap was not so known, but we liked this cassette so much.
@bennysmith2007
Little did we know we were listening to top tier mixtapes as teenagers...
@Tuprendslebier
I was bombing a big hill at night on a skate board with iPod with this shit on I had a scary premonition that music wasn’t getting any better....I was right
@Nite85
i mustve bumped this tape start to finish a thousand times Rectangle is the GOAT mixtape DJ!
@jamesrogers5432
THANK YOU
@usafbonilla21
My first Real idol was this guy when i bought a cassette and listened to it to break down breaks, fades, beat juggles and transformations as a 13 year old. and i still have it but someone damaged it but i have it. Djs now forgot that the basic rule of mixing good music is going back to your old mixes and wondering "hmm what would a modern beat for keep their heads ringing be like todays and how would i mix it"? this guys newer mixes always brings me nostalgia of this, ill rated, wax on wax off, and a few more i have on cd
@hrdrz
Same here 🔥🔥🔥🔥
@RIOT_IROAM
I cant rememba how many times people use to borrow my cd to dub on there tapes i got our whole high skool into rectangle
@fordsvtlightningpartsstore3417
Same here ! Lol
@lokozoa1813
Haha yup Same, use to dub tapes for $5 lol