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

Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted these three
Gold chains, and Iranians
Pulled out to stain me and, cats might try to flame me
and shit, might be hit from this bitch nigga Damien
Used to slang 'caine, back to back, up in this we in
Went against the grain when he got banged in his
Now he got cats all on my back, to bang me and
from Peru, flew in a of evil, now shit is lethal
Drew the Eagle, about two
and made one of the two see-through, but I see two
of his peoples, up in a Regal, and got heat to equal
shit that got put in Seagal, fuck these illegal
alien-ass niggaz out of the
Put extra upon the dash and continued to blast
Fire flashed, I left one of em splashed
The bloodbath, niggaz found dead on the ave
Went to a to hit my nigga Big C, swiftly
Yo dig the shit G, these tried to hit me
Yo meet me in about fifty, with Big Ash, be quickly
I'm about to hit D, put that six feet
"Aiyyo happened G?" Niggaz on the ave was clappin at me
Bustin at me, tryin to put caps in my
"Yo as long as you it kid I'm happy"
We still goin to where this cat be, AK's all day
Called up my nigga Jay, call the nigga for me okay?
it about 3:38, straight, this is what you say
"Aiyyo we up, he got away"
If he play, I'ma his toupee, we on our way
to this nigga's office, with armed forces, he showin
and watchin, horses racin with 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 son, the phone rung
He acted like it was the number, lookin all dumb
Hands on the glock spun, five minutes later, the rung
That nigga got done, died with his on a cocked gun

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 shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the underworld

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

February 14 in '95, about 4:45
I'm coppin in a highrise
Dealin shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size
These fuckin chi-chi's, have you covered with
Came in with two wiseguys, guns big as lifesize
Had a chick up on the bed and shit, with the nice
Yo senorita, mamasita, wish to plead boricua cliqua
Arriba, the heat now
she started talkin, seconds two Cubans walked 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, tryin to Freemen like Morgan
Two hit the floorin, with blood pourin, em snorin
Their wigs tore in, layin all up against the then
the spray, I caught a slug in my shoulder blade
My grazed, I'm catchin flashbacks of older days
in the small caves, I'm dazed and
She goin to bed the spray shit, tryin to lay shit
OK bitch, and the gay shit, started to lay shit
and left the brave bitch wet, part of her and face hit
Emptied the clip, replaced it
Niggaz is on the floor pasted
wasted, spirit
Bonnie it, went to the other side, embraced it
The whole place is lit, we Scarfacin
Cigar and shit, on some marksmen shit
One strainin moanin in pain aimin his biscuit
My man fixed it, left him his wig twisted
all my fingerprint ballistics, went to the other room
and saw the brick shit, straight shit, bag it and zip it
Left out the front door like we ain't do

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 with the underworld click

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