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[Kool G.
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 shit split, with infinite shit, from the clip
Niggaz is with the underworld click

Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted three 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 slang 'caine, back to back, up in this we in
Went against the when he got banged in his cranium
Now he got all on my back, tryin to bang me and
from Peru, flew in a of evil, now shit is lethal
Drew the Eagle, blew 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 these
alien-ass out of the grass
Put extra clips upon the dash and continued to
Fire flashed, I left another one of em
The bloodbath, three found 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 me in about fifty, with Big Ash, be movin quickly
I'm to hit D, put that motherfucker six feet
"Aiyyo what happened G?" 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 this cat be, AK's all day
Called up my nigga Jay, call the nigga Damien for me
it about 3:38, straight, this is what you say
"Aiyyo we up, he got away"
If he play, split his toupee, we on our way
to nigga's office, with armed forces, he showin softness
and watchin, horses racin with other
out the torch and, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned
He probably got none, knowin he bout to a hot one
Terrorizin the whole spot son, the phone
He acted it was the wrong number, lookin all dumb
Hands on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots
That nigga got done, with his hand on a cocked gun

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 shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the
Niggaz is struck the underworld click

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

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

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