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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 split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
Niggaz is struck with the click

Yo it was midnight and rainy and, these three Panamanians
Gold chains, and carryin
Pulled out to stain me and, cats might try to flame me
and shit, might be hit from this bitch nigga Damien
Used to 'caine, back to back, up in this game we in
Went against the grain when he got in his cranium
Now he got all on my back, tryin to bang me and
from Peru, flew in a crew of evil, now shit is
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 heat to
shit that got put in Beenie Seagal, fuck illegal
niggaz out of the grass
Put extra clips the dash and continued 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 nigga Big C,
Yo dig the shit G, these tried to hit me
Yo meet me in about fifty, Big Ash, be movin quickly
I'm to hit D, put that motherfucker six feet
"Aiyyo happened G?" Niggaz on the ave was clappin at me
Bustin at me, tryin to put caps in my
"Yo as as you made it kid I'm happy"
We still goin to this cat be, with AK's all day
Called up my Jay, call the nigga 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 racin with other
Pulled out the torch and, the saw the guns, got stunned
He probably got none, he bout to catch a hot one
Terrorizin the whole spot son, the rung
He like it was the wrong number, lookin all dumb
on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung
That nigga got done, with his hand on a cocked gun

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
Niggaz is with the underworld click

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

February 14 in '95, time about
I'm coppin pies in a
Dealin with shit like this you five eyes, dinosaur size
fuckin chi-chi's, have you covered with flies
Came in with two wiseguys, fuckin guns big as
Had a chick up on the bed and shit, the nice thighs
Yo senorita, mamasita, wish to plead boricua cliqua
Arriba, the heat now
she started talkin, seconds later two Cubans 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, to fuckin Freemen like Morgan
Two hit the floorin, with blood pourin, em snorin
Their wigs in, layin all up against the door then
the nigga spray, I a slug in my shoulder blade
My boulder grazed, I'm catchin of older 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 brave bitch wet, part of her neck and hit
the clip, then replaced it
Niggaz is on the floor pasted
wasted, spirit
Bonnie cased it, to the other side, embraced it
The place is lit, we Scarfacin shit
Cigar case and shit, on some shit
One strainin moanin in pain aimin his biscuit
My man fixed it, left him his wig twisted
Wipe all my ballistics, went to the other room
and saw the brick shit, legit shit, bag it and zip it
out the front door like we ain't do shit

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, with infinite shit, 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, infinite shit, from outta the clip
is struck with the underworld click