The Hit Lyrics - Shyne - 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 want to 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 motherfucker, fuck him, yeah I'll pay him somethin' 

Pay his ass 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 bitches, 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 fuck 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 shit 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 fucked 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 avenue 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 bitches goodnight - they musta saw somethin' 

Cause the Benz busted you 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 fuck it, I opened his mouth, and let the tec spray 

And told him tell Satan I'm on my way die bitch