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

Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted these Panamanians
Gold chains, and Iranians
Pulled out to me and, these cats might 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, tryin to me and
from Peru, flew in a of evil, now shit is lethal
Drew the Eagle, blew 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 Beenie Seagal, fuck these
alien-ass out of the grass
Put extra clips upon the and continued to blast
flashed, I left another one of em splashed
The bloodbath, three found dead on the ave
to a phone to hit my nigga Big C, swiftly
Yo dig the shit G, niggaz tried to hit me
Yo meet me in about fifty, with Big Ash, be movin
I'm about to hit D, put motherfucker six feet
"Aiyyo what happened G?" Niggaz on the ave was at me
Bustin at me, tryin to put caps in my
"Yo as long as you it kid I'm happy"
We goin to where this cat be, with AK's all day
Called up my nigga Jay, call the 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 softness
and watchin, racin with other bosses
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 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 kid to buck with, you better duck quick
or get your shit split, 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 kid to buck with, you better duck quick
or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from the clip
Niggaz is struck the underworld click

February 14 in '95, time 4:45
I'm coppin in a highrise
Dealin with shit like this you need eyes, dinosaur size
These chi-chi's, have you covered with flies
Came in with two wiseguys, guns big as lifesize
Had a chick up on the bed and shit, with the thighs
Yo senorita, mamasita, wish to plead with boricua
Arriba, the heat now
she talkin, seconds later two Cubans walked in
Holdin packages of chalk 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 like Morgan
Two hit the floorin, with pourin, left em snorin
Their wigs tore in, layin all up against the then
the nigga spray, I caught a in my shoulder blade
My boulder grazed, I'm catchin of older days
in the small caves, I'm dazed and
She goin to bed with the spray shit, to lay shit
OK bitch, and the gay shit, started 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 pasted
wasted, eras-ted
Bonnie cased it, went to the side, embraced it
The place is lit, we Scarfacin shit
case and shit, on some marksmen shit
One nigga strainin moanin in aimin his biscuit
My man fixed it, 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 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 split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the click

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