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It was, in the mornin got a call on the cell
What the hell, you niggaz just at?
Yo they her, blazed most fired pistols
Now our turn, to play calypsos
Yo, me and you, me by the two
A war on, that's involvin the crews
Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St.
I wish my was home, the black Fonz
Yo we rock as big as Vegas
Different crews of different size try to hate us
Top of the league Bulls and y'all cats is Lakers
Trash Magic left, but he was the greatest
we call Shan, yo Shan peace God
You and got the info?
cats that tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?
A nigga Ricky, from the Bronx, cold wop city
Thugged out, shoot his gat mad
I laid low, Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- said
that they knew the cat, exactly he live at
And I get there, just blaze God and don't look back
Cause Ricky got no and no wifey
So when I get God it's like more than likely
There's Ricky like Ricardo, Renaldo
So when I get there, take the coat, the cargo, what?

Chorus:

We strong-arm, blazin long kong
When the come niggaz storm on
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Yo a day pass, I'm bandana'd up with a mask
Just shot up the whole spot, to grass
Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his
Cut Ricky from his to his balls
Anyone can bust a gun and a nigga is real
Cause you have the guts for the way that it feels
Word got back, them niggaz Ricky a rat
All that, coke we took yea we the crack
The police don't want us, they want the coke back
It's impossible, just ask the by the hospital
Across from the mall right in Hoffman
It's in tennis bags, guarded by a Iraqs
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go,
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's deep
How he where I'm at, how he knew how I eat?
The pulled out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the sick ?
We hit the spot, then we in the whips
Now it's a on the highway, the L-I-E's
Yo fools ?, niggaz drive by me
Iraq banner, not he, ?

Aiyyo we crashed into the pole, now we roll
another Dutchie, down and stroll
on foot, my click, got control
of the output, now we roll
Yo any nigga be a man for a y'know
Then he, turn once he know you got dough
It's like a cycle, that read psycho, man in the
like Michael, my click down to snipe you
Since then, Roberto had beef, melanin men
Every nigga he hate, was darker him
Older than him, stay buggin on him
Tellin him he weak, he touch my skin
But again CNN prevail, tho-rough
Cause the G-est don't really understand Hell
I did this, Iraq, to livin the cell
So y'all know, what? Meet you back in Hell what?

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