Song:The Hit
Artist:Shyne
Album:Shyne
Typed By:Sckit
Look at this nigga stuntin' in front of Justin actin silly
If there wasn't cops all over I'd smack him with this Millie
You hoe niggaz move a brick and think they rich
Get a few guns in the click and wanna take over shit
Ain't that the same kid that shot Rej in the head?
Turned him into a carrot he might as well have been dead
Just came home from doing 10 up in the feds
Be extortin kingpins for they horse and they bread
Had the whole Brooklyn under pressure
I'm surprised he ain't test ya
Mad niggaz know betta'
I ain't comin' up off of no chedda'
No bricks no nothin'
I'll kill that muthafucka fuck him
Hey I'll pay him somethin'
Pay his ass a visit and blow his brains on the sidewalk
Let him collect his thoughts
I'm the strongest force in New York
'Till Im'a corpse
And even then I'll be buried with bricks
And money filled waltz
17 shots and two weeks later I'm in the spot
Takin' a light
Watchin the Tyson fight
It's packed
With killa's and rats
Dope dealer's money hungry bitches delicious
Cars pilling up the blocks for blocks nigga bently's and sixes
It's the place to be were all the gangsta's meet
As I pick up my drink I see my man Fat Pete
But before I could walk over
Two niggaz tapped him on the shoulder
And unloaded in his face
Bullets flyin' all over the place
Blowin' and shatterin'
People scatterin'
His body got shot back
One hit the other in the abdomen
They both fled
But who the fuck would do something so raisin and reckless?
Had to be some niggaz tryna send a message
Next day I got a call from Uptown to
Have a meetin' with the council
While the shit has been going down
Word is same kid that killed Fat Pete shot Rej in the head
Bottem line
He's outta' controll he got to be dead
He's startin' to be a real problem
Extortin' niggaz Brooklyn to Harlem
Fucked around and crossed the margin
Touch one vas
He got to go he from your hood handle it Poe
Say no mo'
I'm out the door
Went back then start to grab the guns
Semi auto: check
AK-40: check
Shotgun: check
Revolver that's perfect
Called Tiz told him meet me in an hour
Bring the Caravan
You now the plan
Schemin' and stalkin'
See them down the alle' boppin'
Him and a friend
Just hopped in a Benz
20 inches on the rims
Lets follow 'em slow
Keep 'em in sight
Wait 'till they stop at a red light
Then roll the window down
And kissed them bitchez good night
They musta' saw
Suddenly the bench busted you and came out as fire and shots
I threw the revolver grabbed the teck
And left the driver side wrecked
The Benz rammed a store window and got wrecked
I hopped out the van
Ran up to the seen
Still holdin' a teck
One nigga'z body was split in half
The other nigga still movin
Heard siren's comin' closer as I'm bout to shoot him
But fuck it
I opened his mouth
And let the teck spray
And tell them tell Satan I'm on my way
Die bitch
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