Blaze this one  word up!
 I'ma blaze this one
 No doubt! Uhh  check it  check it  check it!!!
 Uhh  uhh  check it  check it  check it!!!
 I'm Uncle L  check it  check it  check it!!!
 The Trackmasters  check it  check it  check it!!!
 Now everybody now  check it  check it  check it!!!
 All my niggas now  check it  check it  check it!!!
 Yeah  we 'bout to serve this one off nice  y'nahmean?
 Word up  check it!

 I shot ya!
 I'm splittin brothers open like a doctor
 Ya fell asleep, the vampire teeth got'cha
 I drop ya down in boilin acid
 Ya melt like plastic, elastic, is drastic
 Violations, room vibrations, son
 cock the hammer let the Uncle give em one
 Done take a flick of a wicked lunatic
 puttin hits on your clique, got'cha wife in turnin tricks
 What? You don't wanna, I thought that you was bawlin
 Now watch cos I cock ya love, ya girlies fallin
 Uh, what's my function? Lyrical injection
 Blazin niggas, hittin em raw with no protection
 I take advantage
 Ya fear me, I'm doin damage
 Ya hear me
 the whole scenario is dreary
 MC's is gettin wet up in the game
 I meet you up in Memphis, just call my name
 I shot ya!

 Chorus:

 Ya wanna (uhh)
 Ya wanna (uhh)
 Ya wanna hit, give me a hour (uhh)
 plus a pen and a pad (uhh, check it, check it, check it!!!)
 I shot ya!
 *repeat*

 I shot ya! (uhh)
 I got ya strap to the stagin
 Trapped in a cagin, toe kissin a Cajun
 Ya mob's locked down underneath the surface
 Ya gettin nervous for talkin shit with no purpose
 Laced up, mind charmer, mad drama
 What goes around comes around, not around farmers
 Silence, shhhh, very deadly
 Come and battle, let me add you to my medley
 Possessin power, takin everything I can grasp
 Go get it now, why you always dwellin on the past?
 Baby boys reminiscin old school shit
 Young fools get dicked, LL rules the shit
 with a platinum fist, the relentless abyss
 I take you to a land where piranhas like to kiss
 Massacre, mmuh, blowin up the tour bus passengers
 Chuckin the colour outta cartoon character
 Ya get serious
 Real niggas recognise what my theory is
 I shot ya!

 Chorus

 Bridge:

 I shot ya!
 Word up, I'ma lace this shit crazy, y'nahmean?
 Word up, we're gonna blow the spot up, kid
 No doubt about it
 Yeah, yeah, I ain't thru, I ain't thru, I ain't thru

 Uh-uh-uh-oh, lookin kinda leary
 Ya clique thought I fell off, they didn't wanna hear me
 Oh really, now teel me how long have you been whinin?
 Sixteen years, twenty million albums, yeah you're climbin
 I love your joint Rock The Bells, it was mad hot
 Ya record 'bout the Radio was blowin up my spot
 My girl was on your chip when you flipped I Need Love
 Your backseat countset was mad butter, son
 I loved your boomin system it was wicked as could be
 You bad, now I'm writin on your pink cookies
 And you had me screamin Mama Said Knock Ya Out
 Ya jinglin, baby, no doubt
 Uh, talk to me (what, what, uhh, uhh) become a zombie, walk to me
 Ain't a MC alive who fought with me
 Y'nahmean? Man, rock it
 Easy does it
 I gotta pluck it like buzzards
 I shot ya!

 Chorus (x3)

 Outro: (over chorus)

 What, what, what, what, what
 Uh, what?
 Y'nahmean? This is how we gettin down for crizzown
 No diggity, y'knowI'msayin?
 Trackmasters lace me, y'knowI'msayin?
 And I take care of mines, y'knowImean?
 That's it son!
 Peace