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It was, four in the got a call on the cell
What the hell, you just shot at?
Yo they her, blazed most fired pistols
Now our turn, to play 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 my nigga was home, the black Fonz
Yo we charms as big as Vegas
crews of different size try to player hate us
Top of the league like and y'all cats is Lakers
Trash since left, but he was the greatest
Aiyyo we call Shan, yo Shan God
You and got the info?
cats that tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?
A named Ricky, from the Bronx, cold wop city
out, shoot his gat mad sickly
I laid low, Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we amigos -- they said
they knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I get there, just blaze God and look back
Cause Ricky got no kids and no
So I get there God it's like more than likely
There's Ricky like Ricardo, plus
So when I get there, take the coat, the cargo, what?

Maze

We strong-arm, blazin firearm kong
When the come niggaz storm on
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Yo like a day pass, I'm up with a mask
Just shot up the whole spot, crib to
in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls
Cut Ricky from his to his balls
can bust a gun and stab a nigga is real
Cause you gotta have the guts for the way that it
Word got back, them said Ricky a rat
All that, we took yea we cooked the crack
The police don't really want us, they want the back
It's impossible, just ask the by the hospital
Across from the mall in Hoffman Park
in tennis 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 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 it's a 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, 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, turn once he know you got dough
like 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 darker him
Older niggaz than him, buggin on him
him he weak, he ain't touch my skin
But once again CNN prevail,
even the G-est don't really understand Hell
I did this, from Iraq, to livin the
So y'all niggaz know, Meet you back in Hell what?

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