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[Kool G.
Yo a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong kid to buck with, you better duck quick
or get your split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the click

Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted these Panamanians
chains, and carryin Iranians
Pulled out to stain me and, these cats might try to me
and shit, be hit sent from this bitch nigga Damien
Used to slang 'caine, to back, up in this game we in
against the grain when he got banged in his cranium
Now he got cats all on my back, tryin to me and
from Peru, flew in a of evil, now shit is lethal
the Eagle, blew about two
and one of the two see-through, but I still see two
of his peoples, up in a Regal, and got heat to equal
shit that got put in Beenie Seagal, fuck illegal
alien-ass niggaz out of the
Put clips upon the dash and continued to blast
Fire flashed, I another one of em splashed
The bloodbath, niggaz found dead on the ave
Went to a phone to hit my Big C, swiftly
Yo dig the shit G, these tried to hit me
Yo meet me in about fifty, Big Ash, be movin quickly
I'm about to hit D, put motherfucker six feet
"Aiyyo what happened G?" Niggaz on the ave was at me
Bustin at me, tryin to put in my nappy
"Yo as as you made it kid I'm happy"
We still to where this cat be, with AK's all day
Called up my Jay, call the nigga Damien for me okay?
Make it about 3:38, straight, is what you say
"Aiyyo we up, he got away"
If he play, split his toupee, we on our way
to this nigga's office, with forces, he showin softness
and watchin, horses with other bosses
Pulled out the torch and, the saw the guns, got stunned
He probably got none, he bout to catch a hot one
Terrorizin the whole son, the phone rung
He acted like it was the number, lookin all dumb
on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung
That nigga got done, died with his hand on a gun

Yo a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you duck quick
or get your shit split, infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck the underworld click

Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better quick
or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the
is struck with the underworld click

February 14 in '95, about 4:45
I'm coppin pies in a
Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, size
These fuckin chi-chi's, have you with flies
Came in with two wiseguys, guns big as lifesize
Had a chick up on the bed and shit, the nice thighs
Yo senorita, mamasita, to plead with boricua cliqua
Arriba, flashed the now
she talkin, seconds later two Cubans walked in
packages of silver chalk and, shit ain't the raw and
became a war man, he put two in my man's organs
But for the poison, to fuckin Freemen like Morgan
Two hit the floorin, blood pourin, left em snorin
Their wigs tore in, all up against the door then
the nigga spray, I caught a in my shoulder blade
My boulder grazed, I'm flashbacks of older days
in the small caves, I'm and shit
She goin to bed with the spray shit, to lay shit
OK bitch, and the gay shit, started to lay shit
and left the brave bitch wet, part of her neck and hit
the clip, then replaced it
Niggaz is on the floor tomato
wasted, spirit
cased it, went to the other side, embraced it
The whole place is lit, we Scarfacin
Cigar case and shit, on some marksmen
One nigga moanin in pain aimin his biscuit
My man fixed it, him with his wig twisted
Wipe all my fingerprint ballistics, went to the room
and saw the shit, straight legit shit, bag it and zip it
out the front door like we ain't do shit

Yo it's a hit, you picked the cat to fuck with
The wrong kid to buck with, you better duck quick
or get shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck the underworld click

Yo a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better quick
or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from the clip
Niggaz is struck the underworld click