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

Chorus:

We strong-arm, blazin firearm long
the beef 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, crib to
in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls
Cut from his neck to his balls
Anyone can a gun and stab a nigga is real
Cause you gotta the guts for the way that it feels
Word got back, niggaz said Ricky a rat
All that, coke we took yea we cooked the
The police don't really us, they want the coke back
impossible, just ask the word by the hospital
Across from the mall in Hoffman Park
It's in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, go, Roberto
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's gettin
How he knew I'm at, how he knew how I eat?
The fools out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the sick ?
We hit the spot, then we hopped in the
Now it's a chase on the highway, the
Yo them ?, niggaz drive by me
banner, not he, ? aqui

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

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