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[Kool G.
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 struck with the underworld

Yo it was midnight and and, spotted these three Panamanians
Gold chains, and Iranians
Pulled out to stain me and, these cats might try to me
and shit, might be hit sent from this nigga Damien
Used to slang 'caine, back to back, up in this 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 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 they got heat to
shit got put in Beenie Seagal, fuck these illegal
niggaz out of the grass
Put extra clips upon the dash and to blast
Fire flashed, I left another one of em
The bloodbath, three niggaz 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 fifty, with Big Ash, be movin quickly
I'm about to hit D, put motherfucker six feet
"Aiyyo happened G?" Niggaz on the ave was clappin at me
Bustin at me, to put caps in my nappy
"Yo as long as you it kid I'm happy"
We still goin to where this cat be, with all day
Called up my nigga Jay, the nigga Damien for me okay?
Make it 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
Pulled out the and, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned
He got none, knowin he bout to catch a hot one
Terrorizin the whole spot son, the rung
He acted like it was the wrong number, lookin all
Hands on the spun, five minutes later, the shots rung
That got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun

Yo it's a hit, you picked the 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 with the underworld

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

February 14 in '95, about 4:45
I'm pies in a highrise
Dealin with shit like this you need eyes, dinosaur size
fuckin chi-chi's, have you covered with flies
Came in with two wiseguys, 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, later two Cubans walked in
Holdin packages of silver and, shit ain't the raw and
became a war man, he put two in my man's organs
But for the poison, tryin to fuckin Freemen like
Two hit the floorin, blood pourin, left em snorin
Their wigs tore in, layin all up the door then
the spray, I caught a slug in my shoulder blade
My boulder grazed, I'm catchin flashbacks of days
in the small caves, I'm dazed and
She goin to bed with the 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
is on the floor tomato pasted
wasted, spirit
Bonnie cased it, went to the other side, it
The whole place is lit, we Scarfacin
Cigar case and shit, on marksmen shit
One nigga strainin moanin in pain aimin his
My man fixed it, left him with his wig
Wipe all my fingerprint ballistics, to the other room
and saw the brick shit, legit shit, bag it and zip it
Left out the door like we ain't do shit

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

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