Представляем точный текст композиции "The Hit" и глубже погружаем в смыслы творчества артиста Shyne . Эта интерпретация слов песни помогает лучше понять смысл заложенный в композицию. Лирика «The Hit» — это не просто строчки, а история, которую Shyne передаёт через ритм и интонации. Изучайте переводы, оригинальные версии и толкования, чтобы раскрыть все грани этого трека.
Shyne - "The Hit"
Lyrics to The Hit : [Shyne] Look at this nigga, stuntin in front of Justins, actin silly If it wasnt cops all over, Id 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 Aint 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, Im surprised he aint test ya Mad niggaz know better I aint comin up offa, no cheddar, no bricks, no nothin Ill kick that motherfucker, FUCK HIM, yeah Ill pay him somethin Pay his ass a visit, blow his brains on the sidewalk Let him collect his thoughts.. .. Im the strongest force in New York til Im a corpse, and even then, Ill be buried with bricks and money-filled vaults, seventeen shots and two weeks later Im in the spot, takin it light Watchin the Tyson fight its packed, uh with killers and rats Dope dealers, money hungry bitches, malicious Cars pilin up the block for blocks nigga, Bentleys and 6s 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 thats been goin down Word is, same kid that killed Fat Pete shot Reg in the head Bottom line hes out of control, he got to be dead Hes 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, Im out the do Went back to the spot to grab the guns Semi-auto check, AK-40 check, shotgun check, revolver - thats 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, lets 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 U and came at us firin shots I threw the revolver, grabbed the tec and left the drivers 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 niggas body was split in half, the other nigga still movin Heard sirens comin closer, as Im bout to shoot him But fuck it, I opened his mouth, and let the tec spray and told him tell Satan Im on my way - die bitch [ The Hit Lyrics ]
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