Shyne - The Hit Lyrics
[shyne]Look at this nigga, stuntin in front of justins, actin sillyIf it wasnt cops all over, Id smack him with this milliYou hoe niggaz move a brick and think they richGet a few guns and a click and wanna take over shitAint that the same kid that shot reg in the head?Turned him into a carrot, he might as well have been deadJust came home from doin ten up in the fedsBe extortin kingpins for they horse and they breadHad the whole brooklyn under pressure, Im surprised he aint test yaMad niggaz know betterI aint comin up offa, no cheddar, no bricks, no nothinIll kick that mother*****er, ***** him, yeah Ill pay him somethinPay his ass a visit, blow his brains on the sidewalkLet him collect his thoughts.... Im the strongest force in new yorkTil Im a corpse, and even then, Ill be buried with bricksAnd money-filled vaults, seventeen shots and two weeks laterIm in the spot, takin it lightWatchin the tyson fight its packed, uh with killers and ratsDope dealers, money hungry *****es, maliciousCars pilin up the block for blocks nigga, bentleys and 6sThis the place to be, where all the - gangsters meetAs I pick up my drink, I see my man fat peteBut before I could walk over, two niggaz tapped him on the shoulderAnd unloaded in his face, bullets flyin all over the placeMirrors shatterin, people scatterin, his bodyguards shot backMissed one but hit the other, in the abdomen, they both fledBut who the ***** 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 councilBout the shit thats been goin downWord is, same kid that killed fat pete shot reg in the headBottom line hes out of control, he got to be deadHes startin to be a real problemExtortin niggaz, brooklyn through harlemBut he *****ed around and crossed the margin, touched one of oursHe got to go, he from your hood, handle it poeSay no mo, Im out the doWent back to the spot to grab the gunsSemi-auto check, ak-40 check, shotgun check, revolver - thats perfectCalled tiz and told him meet me in an hourBring the caravan, you know the planSki-masks and stockings, seen him down the ave. boppinHim and a friend, just hopped in a benzTwenty inches on the rims, lets follow em slow, keep em in sightWait til he stop at a red light, then roll the window downAnd kiss them *****es goodnight - they musta saw somethinCause the benz busted u and came at us firin shotsI threw the revolver, grabbed the tec and left the drivers side wetThe benz ran in a store window and got wreckedI hopped out the van, ran up to the scene, still holdin the tecOne niggas body was split in half, the other nigga still movinHeard sirens comin closer, as Im bout to shoot himBut ***** it, I opened his mouth, and let the tec sprayAnd told him tell satan Im on my way - die *****
