[Intro]

[Radio Interviewer]
Rest in peace to the greatest, man
If you were able to add 2Pac to one of your songs

[YG]
Who Shot Me?

[Radio Interviewer & Crew]
Ohhhhhhhhhh

[Chorus]
Who shot me?
Motherfucker who shot me?
I don't know, who shot me?
Motherfucker who shot me?

[Verse 1: YG]
I'm like, "Damn, did the homies set me up?"
Cause we ain't really been talking much
I know that sounds sick, my thoughts dark as fuck
Like the barrel of the pistol I saw when he sparked it up
Prolly was mad as fuck when I walked out the hospital
Stupid ass motherfuckers, thinking they was going to stop Jizzle
Had my pops mad, my momma sad, my sister feel bad
My lil bro still mad, somebody got to pay for that
My granny's prayers work cause it could've got worse
I'm talking pictures on the shirt
When the shots went off, I thought the spot was deserted
But nah everybody in the spot was just nervous
I don't like that, nah I don't like that, we can't go right back
So many n***as ready to go, we can go war with Iraq
They knew the code to my gate, that was awkward
Answer this, I got a million dollars

[Chorus]
Who shot me?
Motherfucker who shot me?
I don't know, who shot me?
Who shot me?
Motherfucker who shot me?
Motherfucker who shot me?
I don't know, who shot me?
Who shot me?

[Verse 2: 2Pac]
Follow me, tell me if you feel me, I think n***as is tryna kill me
Picturin' pistols, spittin' hollow points 'til they drill me
Keepin' it real, and even if I do conceal
My criminal thoughts, preoccupied with keepin' steel
See n***as is false, sittin' in court, turned snitches
That used to be real, but now they're petrified bitches
I'm tryna be strong, they sendin' armies out to bomb me
Listen to Ron, the only DJ that can calm me
Constantly armed, my firepower keep me warm
I'm trapped in the storm, and fuck the world 'til I'm gone
Bitches be warned, word is bond you'll get torn
I'm bustin' on Giuliani, he rubbin' my n***as wrong
And then it's on, before I leave picture me
I'm spittin' at punk bitches and hustlin' to be free
Watch me set it, n***as don't want it, you can get it
Bet it make these jealous n***as mad I said it
This Thug Life, n***a we don't cater to you hoes
Fuck with me, have a hundred motherfuckers at ya door with .44s



[Chorus]
Who shot me?
Motherfucker who shot me?
I don't know, who shot me?
Who shot me
Motherfucker who shot me?
Motherfucker who shot me?
I don't know, who shot me?
Who shot me?

[Bridge]
Staring out the window
Smoking on this indo
Cause I don’t know who did it but I know this
Bullets don’t just go where the wind blows
So I'm looking under my nose
Hate always comes from up close
But they can’t stand me though

[Verse 3: 2Pac]
My n***as crooked though it seems
My every single thought is caught up in collecting cream
A made n***a; picture me dying in a blaze of gun fire
Will not retire til I'm paid, turn the base up higher
When we ride, we fly by, bitches blow me kisses
N***as from Compton to Brooklyn come on get your riches
From Crenshaw to 125, and Do or Die
Rolling with n***as from Long Beach to Long Isl'
I hardly smile cause my heart froze
Once I; commence my show rip apart foes
And now I, got One Nation it's a crooked compilation
Just to end the bullshit, let's get back to money making
Tell them busters that I rolled on controlling the house
My shit is so wicked when I flip, n***as closing their mouth
The Cocoa Brovaz, Buckshot the BDI Thug
Greg Nice, L.S., Asu, so show a n***a love, Outlaw!

[Outro: 2Pac]
Now press rewind, n***a