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

Yo it was midnight and and, spotted these three Panamanians
chains, and carryin Iranians
Pulled out to stain me and, these cats might try to me
and shit, might be hit sent from this bitch Damien
Used to slang 'caine, to back, up in this game we in
Went 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 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 they got to equal
shit got put in Beenie Seagal, fuck these illegal
alien-ass out of the grass
Put extra clips upon the dash and to blast
flashed, I left another one of em splashed
The bloodbath, niggaz found dead on the ave
Went to a phone to hit my Big C, swiftly
Yo dig the shit G, niggaz tried to hit me
Yo me in about fifty, with Big Ash, be movin quickly
I'm about to hit D, put that motherfucker six
"Aiyyo happened G?" Niggaz on the ave was clappin at me
at me, tryin to put caps in my nappy
"Yo as long as you it kid I'm happy"
We still to where this cat be, with AK's all day
up my nigga Jay, call the nigga Damien for me okay?
Make it about 3:38, straight, 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 forces, he showin softness
and watchin, horses racin other bosses
Pulled out the and, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned
He probably got none, knowin he to catch a hot one
Terrorizin the whole spot son, the rung
He acted like it was the number, lookin all dumb
Hands on the glock spun, minutes later, the shots rung
That nigga got done, died 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 split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
is struck with the underworld click

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

February 14 in '95, time about
I'm coppin in a highrise
Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur
These fuckin chi-chi's, have you covered with
Came in two wiseguys, fuckin guns big as lifesize
Had a chick up on the bed and shit, 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 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, blood pourin, left em snorin
Their wigs tore in, layin all up against the then
the spray, I caught a slug in my shoulder blade
My boulder grazed, I'm flashbacks of older days
in the small caves, I'm and shit
She goin to bed with the spray shit, to lay shit
OK bitch, and fuck the gay shit, started to lay
and left the bitch wet, part of her neck and face hit
Emptied the clip, replaced it
Niggaz is on the floor tomato
wasted, spirit
Bonnie it, went to the other side, embraced it
The whole is lit, we Scarfacin shit
Cigar case and shit, on marksmen shit
One nigga strainin moanin in pain aimin his
My man fixed it, him with his wig twisted
Wipe all my ballistics, went to the other room
and saw the shit, straight legit shit, bag it and zip it
Left out the front door like we ain't do

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

Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck
The wrong 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