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Who shot ya
Said the muthafuckin doctor
Shit I don't know just tourin wit my partna
They got the story mixed and shit
Wit their own versions of different shit
The same night I pray to god
Just thankin the holy father he made a star and shit
A youngin still ain't die
But let me thank destiny I'm still alive
One time, cause the youngin still alive
Two times, cause the youngin ain't die
Three times, cause fate homicide
Thank god... thank god... thank god
One time, cause the youngin still alive
Two times, for the angel on my side
Three times, cause fate homicide
Thank god... thank god... thank god
Just another show at the venue
Orderin a meal from the menu
Promoters got they infomess
Tellin other artists they part of our set, damn
I ain't tryin to disrespect
I'm an artist myself I'm just tryin to be next, still
We just tryin to get shit done
While they gettin pressed and we ain't no nun
T-Raw hit the stage and the crowd was tuned
As I made my way to the dressing room
Rehearsing and practicing till I was sell
Then it was my turn and the outfit gold
Heisman 1 and Heisman 2
Surprised all of the fans Two Pussy To
Showin the fans love
And then I said peace
Still this the reason I don't do meet and greets
One time, cause the youngin still alive
Two times, cause the youngin ain't die
Three times, cause fate homicide
Thank god... thank god... thank god
One time, cause the youngin still alive
Two times, for the angel on my side
Three times, cause fate homicide
Thank god... thank god... thank god
We got in the car, we was waitin outside
T-Raw still on it was almost off time, word
He was bout to spit Rack City bitch
Then the homies who was pissed tried to throw shit, fuck
T-Raw wasn't wit it just World Starred the homie
You'll see how we did it, damn
I ain't had a clue bout them guys
But I was bein watched cause I felt the vibe
All day
And they grew wit time
T-Raw had a car and it looked like mine
Ain't it fucked up?
Green light change red
Ain't it fucked up?
There's one car next to us
Ain't it fucked up?
How the streets got dark
Ain't it fucked up?
15 through the car
And it fucked up
We all got down
Smellin my own blood
Waitin for a sound
Ain't feelin shit I was numb
Shot and paralyzed, one from the gun
Bullets through the tires
Stuck at the block
Listen to the screamin then I felt god
Doctor said I was fine
It was just fate cause it wasn't my time, uh
Doctor said I was fine
It was just fate cause it wasn't my time
One time, cause the youngin still alive
Two times, cause the youngin ain't die
Three times, cause fate homicide
Thank god... thank god... thank god
One time, cause the youngin still alive
Two times, for the angel on my side
Three times, cause fate homicide
Thank god... thank god... thank god
Uh
Shotouts to the Audibles
Yeah
90's Gold baby
Honey Cocaine bitch
Who Shot Ya?
Who Shot Ya?