[Kool G. Rap]
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Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
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The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
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or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
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Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
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Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted these three Panamanians
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Gold chains, and carryin Iranians
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Pulled out to stain me and, these cats might try to flame me
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and shit, might be hit sent from this bitch nigga Damien
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Used to slang 'caine, back to back, up in this game we in
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Went against the grain when he got banged in his cranium
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Now he got cats all on my back, tryin to bang me and
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from Peru, flew in a crew of evil, now shit is lethal
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Drew the Eagle, blew about two
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and made one of the two see-through, but I still see two
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of his peoples, up in a Regal, and they got heat to equal
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shit that got put in Beenie Seagal, fuck these illegal
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alien-ass niggaz out of the grass
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Put extra clips upon the dash and continued to blast
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Fire flashed, I left another one of em splashed
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The bloodbath, three niggaz found dead on the ave
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Went to a phone to hit my nigga Big C, swiftly
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Yo dig the shit G, these niggaz tried to hit me
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Yo meet me in about fifty, with Big Ash, be movin quickly
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I'm about to hit D, put that motherfucker six feet
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"Aiyyo what happened G?" Niggaz on the ave was clappin at me
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Bustin at me, tryin to put caps in my nappy
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"Yo as long as you made it kid I'm happy"
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We still goin to where this cat be, with AK's all day
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Called up my nigga Jay, call the nigga Damien for me okay?
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Make it about 3:38, straight, this is what you say
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"Aiyyo we fucked up, he got away"
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If he play, I'ma split his toupee, we on our way
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to this nigga's office, with armed forces, he showin softness
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and watchin, horses racin with other bosses
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Pulled out the torch and, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned
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He probably got none, knowin he bout to catch a hot one
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Terrorizin the whole spot son, the phone rung
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He acted like it was the wrong number, lookin all dumb
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Hands on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung
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That nigga got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun
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Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
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The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
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or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
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Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
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Yo it's a hit, you picked the wrong cat to fuck with
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The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick
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or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip
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Niggaz is struck with the underworld click
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February 14 in '95, time about 4:45
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I'm coppin pies in a highrise
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Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size
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These fuckin chi-chi's, have you covered with flies
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Came in with two wiseguys, fuckin guns big as lifesize
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Had a chick up on the bed and shit, with the nice thighs
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Yo senorita, mamasita, wish to plead with boricua cliqua
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Arriba, flashed the heat now
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she started talkin, seconds later two Cubans walked in
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Holdin packages of silver chalk and, shit ain't the raw and
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became a war man, he put two in my man's internal organs
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But for the poison, tryin to fuckin Freemen like Morgan
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Two hit the floorin, with blood pourin, left em snorin
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Their wigs tore in, layin all up against the door then
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the nigga spray, I caught a slug in my shoulder blade
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My boulder grazed, I'm catchin flashbacks of older days
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in the small caves, I'm dazed and shit
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She goin to bed with the spray shit, tryin to lay shit
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OK bitch, and fuck the gay shit, started to lay shit
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and left the brave bitch wet, part of her neck and face hit
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Emptied the clip, then replaced it
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Niggaz is on the floor tomato pasted
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wasted, spirit eras-ted
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Bonnie cased it, went to the other side, embraced it
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The whole place is lit, we Scarfacin shit
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Cigar case and shit, on some marksmen shit
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One nigga strainin moanin in pain aimin his biscuit
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My man fixed it, left him with his wig twisted
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Wipe all my fingerprint ballistics, went to the other room
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and saw the brick shit, strai |