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[Kool G.
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 infinite shit, from outta the
is struck with the underworld click

Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted three Panamanians
Gold chains, and Iranians
Pulled out to stain me and, cats might try to flame me
and shit, might be hit sent from bitch nigga Damien
Used to slang 'caine, back to back, up in game we in
Went against the grain when he got banged in his
Now he got cats all on my back, tryin to me and
from Peru, in a crew of evil, now shit is lethal
Drew the Eagle, 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
niggaz out of the grass
Put extra clips upon the dash and continued to
Fire flashed, I another 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 that six feet
"Aiyyo what happened G?" Niggaz on the ave was at me
at me, tryin to put caps in my nappy
"Yo as as you made it kid I'm happy"
We still goin to where this cat be, AK's all day
Called up my nigga Jay, call the Damien for me okay?
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 this nigga's office, with armed forces, he softness
and watchin, horses with other bosses
out the torch and, the nigga 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 wrong number, all dumb
on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung
That nigga got done, died his hand on a cocked gun

Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to 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 the underworld click

Yo a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
The wrong thug kid to buck with, you 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 pies in a
Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur
These fuckin chi-chi's, have you with flies
in with two wiseguys, fuckin guns big as lifesize
Had a up on the bed and shit, with the nice thighs
Yo senorita, mamasita, wish to plead with boricua
Arriba, the heat now
she started talkin, seconds two Cubans walked in
Holdin packages of chalk and, shit ain't the raw and
became a war man, he put two in my internal organs
But for the poison, tryin to fuckin Freemen like
Two hit the floorin, with pourin, left em snorin
wigs tore in, layin all up against the door then
the nigga spray, I caught a in my shoulder blade
My boulder grazed, I'm catchin flashbacks of days
in the small caves, I'm and shit
She goin to bed with the spray shit, tryin to lay
OK bitch, and fuck the gay shit, to lay shit
and left the bitch wet, part of her neck and face hit
the clip, then replaced it
Niggaz is on the floor tomato
wasted, eras-ted
Bonnie cased it, to the other side, embraced it
The place is lit, we Scarfacin shit
case 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, went to the room
and saw the brick shit, straight shit, bag it and zip it
Left out the front door we ain't do shit

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

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