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

Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted these Panamanians
chains, and carryin Iranians
Pulled out to stain me and, these cats try to flame me
and shit, might be hit sent this bitch nigga Damien
Used to 'caine, back 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, to bang me and
from Peru, flew in a crew of evil, now shit is
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 they got to equal
shit that got put in Beenie Seagal, fuck illegal
alien-ass out of the grass
Put extra upon the dash and continued to blast
Fire flashed, I left one of em splashed
The bloodbath, three niggaz dead on the ave
Went to a phone to hit my Big C, swiftly
Yo dig the G, these niggaz tried to hit me
Yo meet me in fifty, with Big Ash, be movin quickly
I'm about to hit D, put motherfucker six feet
"Aiyyo what G?" Niggaz on the ave was clappin at me
Bustin at me, tryin to put in my nappy
"Yo as long as you it kid I'm happy"
We still goin to where 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 armed forces, he showin
and watchin, racin with other bosses
Pulled out the torch and, the nigga saw the guns, got
He probably got none, he bout to catch a hot one
Terrorizin the whole spot son, the rung
He like it was the wrong number, lookin all dumb
Hands on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots
That got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun

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

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

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

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

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