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It was, four in the mornin got a call on the
What the hell, you niggaz just at?
Yo they missed her, blazed most fired
Now it's our turn, to play
Yo, me and you, me by the two
A war goin on, that's involvin the
Bring both arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John's
I wish my was home, the black Fonz
Yo we charms as big as Vegas
Different crews of different size try to hate us
Top of the league like Bulls and y'all cats is
Trash Magic left, but he was the greatest
Aiyyo we Shan, yo Shan peace God
You and Maze got the
Them cats tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?
A named 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 -- they
that knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I get there, just blaze God and don't look
Cause got no kids and no wifey
So when I get there God like more than likely
Ricky like Ricardo, plus Renaldo
So when I get there, take the coat, the cargo, what?

Chorus:

We strong-arm, firearm long kong
When the beef niggaz storm 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
Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his
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, them niggaz Ricky a rat
All that, we took yea we cooked the crack
The police don't really us, they want the coke back
It's impossible, just ask the word by the
Across from the mall in Hoffman Park
It's in bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go,
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's gettin
How he knew where I'm at, how he knew how I
The fools pulled out, no doubt, Roberto the sick ?
We hit the spot, we hopped in the whips
Now a chase on the highway, the L-I-E's
Yo fools ?, niggaz drive by me
banner, not he, ? aqui

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

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