text: Gun violence takes the life of an African-American man every five hours. Its the leading cause of death for black men under the age of 35
  Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete
  Hard to creep them Brooklyn streets
  Its on nigga, fuck all that bickering beef
  I can hear sweat trickling down your cheek
  Your heartbeat sound like Sasquatch feet
  Thundering, breaking the concrete
  Finish it, stop when I foil the plot
  Neighbors call the cops, when they heard mad shots
  Who shot ya?
  Who shot ya?
  Who shot ya?
  Who shot ya?
  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
  I burn slow like blunts and yayo
  Peel more skins than Idaho Potato
  Niggas know: the lyrical molestings taking place
  Fucking with me. it aint safe
  I make your skin chafe, rashes on them asses
  Bumps and bruises, blunts and Land Cruisers
  Big Poppa smash fools, bash fools
  Niggas mad because I know cash Rules
  Everything around me, two Glock 9s
  Any motherfucker whispering about mine
  And Im Brooklyns finest
  Come on, tell me
  Who shot ya?
  Who shot ya?
  Who shot ya?
  Who shot ya?
  I seen the lights 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 Gs up
  One false move, get Swiss cheesed up
  Clip to TEC, respect I demand it
  Slip and break the 11th Commandment
  Who shot ya?
  Who shot ya?
  Who shot ya?
  Who shot ya?