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It was, in the mornin got a call on the cell
What the hell, you niggaz just at?
Yo they her, blazed most fired pistols
Now our turn, to play calypsos
Yo, me and you, me by the two
A war on, that's involvin the crews
Bring both your arms, Rel and down in St. John's
I my nigga was home, the black Fonz
Yo we rock charms as big as
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 Maze got the
Them cats that tried to Moose's hitmen yo?
A nigga named Ricky, from the Bronx, wop city
out, shoot his gat mad sickly
I low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three -- they said
that knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I get there, just blaze God and look back
Cause got no kids and no wifey
So when I get there God it's like more than
There's like Ricardo, plus Renaldo
So when I get there, the coat, plus the cargo, what?

Chorus:

We strong-arm, blazin firearm kong
When the beef niggaz storm on
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Yo like a day pass, I'm up with a mask
shot up the whole spot, crib to grass
Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his
Cut Ricky from his to his balls
Anyone can a gun and stab 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 us, they want the coke back
impossible, just ask the word by the hospital
Across from the mall right in Hoffman
It's in bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs
Yo we swerve low, the Jake, there go, Roberto
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's deep
How he knew I'm at, how he knew how I eat?
The fools out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the sick ?
We hit the spot, then we hopped in the
Now it's a on the highway, the L-I-E's
Yo them fools ?, niggaz by me
Iraq banner, not he, ?

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

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