You Got Shot - Prince Paul, Breeze, Sha

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-