The Hit lyrics

Artist  : Shyne 
Song : The Hit



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 [Shyne]
Look at this nigga, stuntin in front of Justin's,
actin silly
If it wasn't cops all over, I'd smack him with
this milli
You hoe niggaz move a brick and think they rich
Get a few guns and a click and wanna take over
shit
Ain't that the same kid that shot Reg in the
head?
Turned him into a carrot, he might as well have
been dead
Just came home from doin ten 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 better
I ain't comin up offa, no cheddar, no bricks, no
nothin
I'll kick that motherf**ker, F**K HIM, yeah I'll
pay him somethin
Pay his as* a visit, blow his brains on the
sidewalk
Let him collect his thoughts..
.. I'm the strongest force in New York
til I'm a corpse, and even then, I'll be buried
with bricks
and money-filled vaults, seventeen shots and two
weeks later
I'm in the spot, takin it light
Watchin the Tyson fight it's packed, uh with
killers and rats
Dope dealers, money hungry bit*hes, malicious
Cars pilin up the block for blocks nigga,
Bentleys and 6's
This the place to be, where all the - gangsters
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
Mirrors shatterin, people scatterin, his
bodyguards shot back
Missed one but hit the other, in the abdomen,
they both fled
But who the f**k would do somethin so - brazen
and reckless?
 
Had to be some niggaz tryin to send a message
{*phone ringing*}
Next day I got a call from uptown to, 
come have a meetin with The Council
bout the sh*t that's been goin down
Word is, same kid that killed Fat Pete shot Reg
in the head
Bottom line he's out of control, he got to be
dead
He's startin to be a real problem
Extortin niggaz, Brooklyn through Harlem
But he f**ked around and crossed the margin,
touched one of ours
He got to go, he from your hood, handle it Poe
Say no mo', I'm out the do'
Went back to the spot to grab the guns
Semi-auto check, AK-40 check, shotgun check,
revolver - that's perfect
Called Tiz and told him meet me in an hour
Bring the caravan, you know the plan
Ski-masks and stockings, seen him down the ave.
boppin
Him and a friend, just hopped in a Benz
Twenty inches on the rims, let's follow 'em slow,
keep 'em in sight
Wait til he stop at a red light, then roll the
window down
and kiss them bit*hes goodnight - they musta saw
somethin
cause the Benz busted U and came at us firin
shots
I threw the revolver, grabbed the tec and left
the driver's side wet
The Benz ran in a store window and got wrecked
I hopped out the van, ran up to the scene, still
holdin the tec
One nigga's body was split in half, the other
nigga still movin
Heard sirens comin closer, as I'm bout to shoot
him
But f**k it, I opened his mouth, and let the tec
spray
and told him tell Satan I'm on my way - die bit*h