Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo

Kool G. Rap and DJ Polo - Hitman's Diary

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[Kool G. Rap]

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

The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick

or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip

Niggaz is struck with the underworld click

Yo it was midnight and rainy and, spotted these three Panamanians

Gold chains, and carryin Iranians

Pulled out to stain me and, these cats might try to flame me

and shit, might be hit sent from this bitch nigga Damien

Used to slang 'caine, back to back, up in this game we in

Went against the grain when he got banged in his cranium

Now he got cats all on my back, tryin to bang me and

from Peru, flew in a crew of evil, now shit is lethal

Drew the Eagle, blew about two

and made one of the two see-through, but I still see two

of his peoples, up in a Regal, and they got heat to equal

shit that got put in Beenie Seagal, fuck these illegal

alien-ass niggaz out of the grass

Put extra clips upon the dash and continued to blast

Fire flashed, I left another one of em splashed

The bloodbath, three niggaz found dead on the ave

Went to a phone to hit my nigga Big C, swiftly

Yo dig the shit G, these niggaz tried to hit me

Yo meet me in about fifty, with Big Ash, be movin quickly

I'm about to hit D, put that motherfucker six feet

"Aiyyo what happened G?" Niggaz on the ave was clappin at me

Bustin at me, tryin to put caps in my nappy

"Yo as long as you made it kid I'm happy"

We still goin to where this cat be, with AK's all day

Called up my nigga Jay, call the nigga Damien for me okay?

Make it about 3:38, straight, this is what you say

"Aiyyo we fucked up, he got away"

If he play, I'ma split his toupee, we on our way

to this nigga's office, with armed forces, he showin softness

and watchin, horses racin with other bosses

Pulled out the torch and, the nigga saw the guns, got stunned

He probably got none, knowin he bout to catch a hot one

Terrorizin the whole spot son, the phone rung

He acted like it was the wrong number, lookin all dumb

Hands on the glock spun, five minutes later, the shots rung

That nigga got done, died with his hand on a cocked gun

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

The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick

or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip

Niggaz is struck with the underworld click

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

The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick

or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip

Niggaz is struck with the underworld click

February 14 in '95, time about 4:45

I'm coppin pies in a highrise

Dealin with shit like this you need five eyes, dinosaur size

These fuckin chi-chi's, have you covered with flies

Came in with two wiseguys, fuckin guns big as lifesize

Had a chick up on the bed and shit, with the nice thighs

Yo senorita, mamasita, wish to plead with boricua cliqua

Arriba, flashed the heat now

she started talkin, seconds later two Cubans walked in

Holdin packages of silver chalk and, shit ain't the raw and

became a war man, he put two in my man's internal organs

But for the poison, tryin to fuckin Freemen like Morgan

Two hit the floorin, with blood pourin, left em snorin

Their wigs tore in, layin all up against the door then

the nigga spray, I caught a slug in my shoulder blade

My boulder grazed, I'm catchin flashbacks of older days

in the small caves, I'm dazed and shit

She goin to bed with the spray shit, tryin to lay shit

OK bitch, and fuck the gay shit, started to lay shit

and left the brave bitch wet, part of her neck and face hit

Emptied the clip, then replaced it

Niggaz is on the floor tomato pasted

wasted, spirit eras-ted

Bonnie cased it, went to the other side, embraced it

The whole place is lit, we Scarfacin shit

Cigar case and shit, on some marksmen shit

One nigga strainin moanin in pain aimin his biscuit

My man fixed it, left him with his wig twisted

Wipe all my fingerprint ballistics, went to the other room

and saw the brick shit, straight legit shit, bag it and zip it

Left out the front door like we ain't do shit

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

The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick

or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip

Niggaz is struck with the underworld click

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

The wrong thug kid to buck with, you better duck quick

or get your shit split, with infinite shit, from outta the clip

Niggaz is struck with the underworld click

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