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

Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted three Panamanians
chains, and carryin Iranians
Pulled out to me and, these cats might try to flame me
and shit, might be hit sent from this bitch Damien
Used to 'caine, back to back, up in this game we in
Went against the 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 made one of the two see-through, but I see two
of his peoples, up in a Regal, and they got to equal
that got put in Beenie Seagal, fuck these illegal
alien-ass niggaz out of the
Put extra upon the dash and continued to blast
flashed, I left another one of em splashed
The bloodbath, three found dead on the ave
Went to a phone to hit my Big C, swiftly
Yo dig the shit G, these niggaz to hit me
Yo meet me in fifty, with Big Ash, be movin quickly
I'm about to hit D, put that motherfucker six
"Aiyyo what G?" Niggaz 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 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 nigga's office, with armed forces, he showin 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 spot son, the phone rung
He acted like it was the number, lookin all dumb
on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung
That nigga got done, died with his hand on a gun

Yo it's a hit, you the wrong 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 the underworld 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
is struck with the underworld click

February 14 in '95, time about
I'm coppin in a highrise
with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size
These fuckin chi-chi's, have you covered flies
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 with boricua cliqua
Arriba, flashed the now
she started talkin, seconds later two Cubans in
Holdin packages of silver 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 like Morgan
Two hit the floorin, with blood pourin, em snorin
Their tore in, layin all up against the door then
the nigga spray, I a slug in my shoulder blade
My grazed, I'm catchin flashbacks of older days
in the small caves, I'm and shit
She goin to bed with the shit, tryin to lay shit
OK bitch, and fuck the gay shit, to lay shit
and left the brave bitch wet, part of her and face hit
the clip, then replaced it
Niggaz is on the floor pasted
wasted, eras-ted
Bonnie cased it, to the other side, embraced it
The whole place is lit, we Scarfacin
Cigar and shit, on some marksmen shit
One nigga strainin moanin in 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, legit shit, bag it and zip it
Left out the door like we ain't do shit

Yo a hit, you picked the wrong 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 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 shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
is struck with the underworld click