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It was, four in the mornin got a call on the
What the hell, you just 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 involvin the
Bring your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John's
I wish my nigga was home, the Fonz
Yo we rock charms as big as
Different of different size try to player hate us
Top of the league like Bulls and y'all cats is
since Magic left, but he was the greatest
Aiyyo we call Shan, yo peace God
You and got the info?
Them cats tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?
A nigga named Ricky, the Bronx, cold wop city
out, shoot his gat mad sickly
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 when I get there, just blaze God and look back
Cause Ricky got no and no wifey
So when I get God it's like more than likely
There's like Ricardo, plus Renaldo
So I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo, what?

Maze

We strong-arm, blazin long kong
When the beef come niggaz on
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Yo like a day pass, I'm bandana'd up with a
Just shot up the whole spot, to grass
in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls
Cut Ricky 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
got back, them niggaz said Ricky a rat
All that, coke we took yea we the crack
The police don't really want us, they the coke back
impossible, just ask the word by the hospital
Across the mall right in Hoffman Park
It's in tennis bags, by a hundred Iraqs
Yo we low, beside the Jake, there go, Roberto
The of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's gettin deep
How he knew where I'm at, how he how I eat?
The fools pulled out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the ?
We hit the spot, then we hopped in the
Now a chase on the highway, the L-I-E's
Yo fools ?, niggaz drive by me
banner, not he, ? aqui

Aiyyo we just into the pole, now we roll
another Dutchie, calm down and
on foot, my whole click, got
of the whole output, now we
Yo any nigga be a man for a minute
Then he, around once he know you got dough
It's like a cycle, read psycho, man in the mirror
like Michael, my click down to snipe you
then, Roberto had beef, with melanin men
Every nigga he hate, was than him
niggaz than him, stay buggin on him
Tellin him he weak, he touch my skin
But once again CNN prevail,
Cause even the G-est really understand Hell
I did this, from Iraq, to livin the
So y'all niggaz know, what? you back in Hell what?

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