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It was, four in the got a call on the cell
What the hell, you niggaz just 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 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 player us
Top of the league like Bulls and cats is Lakers
Trash since Magic left, but he was the
Aiyyo we call Shan, yo peace God
You and Maze got the
Them cats tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?
A nigga Ricky, from the Bronx, cold wop city
Thugged out, shoot his gat mad
I low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- said
that they the cat, exactly where he live at
And I get there, just blaze God and don't look back
Cause Ricky got no kids and no
So when I get there God it's more than likely
There's Ricky like Ricardo, plus
So when I get there, the coat, plus the cargo, what?

Maze

We strong-arm, firearm long kong
When the beef come niggaz on
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Yo like a day pass, I'm bandana'd up a mask
Just shot up the whole spot, to grass
in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls
Cut Ricky from his neck to his
Anyone can bust a gun and stab a is real
Cause you have the guts for the way that it feels
Word got back, them niggaz said a rat
All that, coke we yea we cooked the crack
The police don't really want us, they the coke back
impossible, just ask the word by the hospital
Across from the right in Hoffman Park
It's in tennis bags, guarded by a Iraqs
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, go, Roberto
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, gettin deep
How he knew I'm at, how he knew how I eat?
The fools pulled out, no doubt, Roberto the sick ?
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
Iraq banner, not he, ?

Aiyyo we just crashed the pole, now we roll
another Dutchie, 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 you got dough
It's a cycle, that read psycho, man in the mirror
like Michael, my whole click down to you
Since then, had beef, with melanin men
Every nigga he hate, was than him
niggaz than him, stay buggin on him
Tellin him he weak, he ain't my skin
But again CNN prevail, tho-rough
Cause even the G-est really understand Hell
I did this, from Iraq, to livin the
So y'all niggaz know, what? Meet you back in Hell

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