The Notorious B.I.G. — Who Shot Ya? Original Demo Mix

[Verse 1: The Notorious B.I.G.] Who shot ya? Separate the weak from the obsolete 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 Then the shit 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 lyrical molesting is taking place Fucking with Biggie Smalls, it ain't 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 that cash rules Everything around me two Glock 9s Any motherfucker whispering about mines And I'm Crooklyn's finest Representing for the queen, her royal highness [Verse 2: Keith Murray] Catch this one bubonic plague In your head, back, chest, arms, and legs When I'm coming through grab your cranium for alternatum Son, I stay subterranium My subliminals mix with criminal chemicals Got more milky syllables than alphabet cereal Place your bet and your whole entourage will get wet That's a promise 'cause Idon't make threats I'm a graceful poet with sadistic ballistics Above and beyond all that other bullshit Linguistics aggressive antiseptic Nerve-wreckin', concepted on consistent contestants My deviant deliverance Leaves MC's in a state of mal mid depressin' (Word up) I launch flows like torpedos At any god-given episode I be destined to flip so much funk shit And do niggas better than the government Keith Murray wrecks this with various combinations I'm sick, manifestation Oh my god, it's the hardest, I make entourages And crews see mirages, Mary J. Blige is God, gotta have my crew lace me up now