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It was, four in the mornin got a call on the
What the hell, you niggaz shot at?
Yo they missed her, blazed most pistols
Now our turn, to play calypsos
Yo, me and you, me by the two
A war goin on, that's involvin the
Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St.
I wish my nigga was home, the Fonz
Yo we rock as big as Vegas
Different crews of different try to player hate us
Top of the league like Bulls and y'all cats is
Trash since Magic left, but he was the
Aiyyo we Shan, yo Shan peace God
You and Maze got the
Them cats that tried to 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 niggaz my click, we amigos -- they said
that 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 God it's like more than likely
Ricky like Ricardo, plus Renaldo
So when I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo,

Chorus:

We strong-arm, blazin firearm long
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
in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls
Cut from his neck to his balls
Anyone can bust a gun and a nigga is real
Cause you gotta the guts for the way that it feels
Word got back, them niggaz said a rat
All that, we took yea we cooked the crack
The don't really want us, they want the coke back
It's impossible, just ask the word by the
from the mall right in Hoffman Park
It's in tennis bags, by a hundred Iraqs
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, go, Roberto
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, gettin 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 hopped in the
Now a chase on the highway, the L-I-E's
Yo them fools ?, niggaz by me
banner, not he, ? aqui

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

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