Who shot me? - try again you missed
You might get lucky if you get me Pissed
Who shot me? - it's getting dangerous
I'm ready to die like the Notorious
Who shot me? - if you beef with the mic
Get yourself a Gun.
Who shot me? - I got a Glock in my hand
With a red Bandana so.
There's a war on the streets like the middle east. You don't need a vest, they go for the head and they never miss
My car had holes like it rained from hell
Thanks God for the favour I wasn't there
Kuli Chana was luck when they shot him up. Mistaken for a robber he was almost dead. He sued the state, he now a millionaire. He is out of the game. His now a businessman.
When I ride on the streets, they were ready to run. I'm just playing man I'm just having fun. So rap Is dead got killed in Joburg. They try to replace it, with that Piano, Ohhh no, No, No.
It's never gonna happen the gangs are. Here. And if you love gangster rap, put your hands in the Air, Six, Seven and Eight. You'll get wet when you catch that rain, who you gonna ask, when you see that flame,
Who shot me? - try again you missed
You might get lucky if you get me Pissed
Who shot me? - it's getting dangerous
I'm ready to die like the Notorious
Who shot me? - if you beef with the mic
Get yourself a Gun.
Who shot me? - I got a Glock in my hand
With a red Bandana so.
We've been trying to come in for the longest time. Some of the baddest rappers even lost their lives.
They've been closing the doors when it's cold outside. They be chasing billions when we stuck in the slums.
Hipp-hopp is getting starved while they getting fat. They hoarding the bread even taking the crumbs, like the tender system,it's all corrupt like the human feaces. They leading the country with a donkey vision.
They destroyed the spaza, gave it to my friend. It was loxion culture from the eastern cape. Now we turning the pages into Gangster rap, they befriend the police with a lot to say.
We all cried tears, when they slaughtered the Goat. They never slide for him, not even a tribute song. They all kept quiet even though they know, who you gonna ask when you full of holes.
Who shot me? - try again you missed
You might get lucky if you get me Pissed
Who shot me? - it's getting dangerous
I'm ready to die like the Notorious
Who shot me? - if you beef with the mic
Get yourself a Gun.
Who shot me? - I got a Glock in my hand
With a red Bandana so.
I ruffled some feathers, who were claiming the Game, ever since Neva nou things were never the same. I got enough fanbase, I can stand on my own
These fat cats have been keeping us down.
All the radio station ve' got no slot for us
They only play piano, not promoting us
So we taking the Cape, you can keep your Joburg. We too long in the cold, this was not the Promise.
These Awards are rigged like they got no vision, how they measure the merit, they lack the Ambitions , like a government TV with no music show, dedicated to promote new talents and more.
We see the same faces, - every day
