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

Chorus:

We strong-arm, firearm long kong
When the beef come 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
Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his
Cut Ricky from his to his balls
Anyone can bust a gun and stab a nigga is
Cause you have the guts for the way that it feels
got back, them niggaz said Ricky a rat
All that, coke we yea we cooked the crack
The police don't really want us, want the coke back
It's impossible, just ask the by the hospital
Across from the mall right in Hoffman
It's in tennis bags, guarded by a 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 I'm at, how he knew how I eat?
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 them fools ?, niggaz by me
banner, not he, ? aqui

Aiyyo we just into the pole, now we roll
Dutchie, calm down and stroll
on foot, my click, got control
of the whole output, now we
Yo any nigga be a man for a minute
he, turn 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
then, Roberto had beef, with melanin men
Every he hate, was darker than him
Older niggaz than him, stay on him
Tellin him he weak, he ain't touch my
But once CNN prevail, tho-rough
Cause even the G-est 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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