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