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It was, four in the mornin got a on the cell
What the hell, you niggaz just at?
Yo they missed her, blazed fired pistols
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 in St. John's
I wish my nigga was home, the Fonz
Yo we rock as big as Vegas
Different of different size try to player hate us
Top of the league Bulls and y'all cats is Lakers
since Magic left, but he was the greatest
Aiyyo we call Shan, yo peace God
You and Maze got the
Them cats that tried to shoot Moose's yo?
A nigga named Ricky, from the Bronx, wop city
Thugged out, his gat mad sickly
I laid low, Big Pun and Fat Joe
niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said
that they knew the cat, exactly where he at
And when I get there, just blaze God and don't back
Cause Ricky got no kids and no
So when I get there God it's like than likely
Ricky like Ricardo, plus Renaldo
So when I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo,

Chorus:

We strong-arm, blazin firearm kong
When the come niggaz storm on
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Yo like a day pass, I'm bandana'd up with a
shot up the whole spot, crib to grass
Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his
Cut Ricky his neck to his balls
Anyone can a gun and stab a nigga is real
Cause you gotta have the guts for the way that it
got back, them niggaz said Ricky a rat
All that, we took yea we cooked the crack
The police don't want us, they want 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, there go,
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's gettin
How he where I'm at, how he knew how I eat?
The fools pulled out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the ?
We hit the spot, then we hopped in the
Now it's a on the highway, the L-I-E's
Yo them ?, niggaz drive by me
banner, not he, ? aqui

Aiyyo we just into the pole, now we roll
another Dutchie, calm and stroll
on foot, my whole click, got
of the whole output, now we
Yo any nigga be a man for a minute
Then he, turn around he know you got dough
like a cycle, that read psycho, man in the mirror
like Michael, my whole click to snipe you
Since then, had beef, with melanin men
Every nigga he hate, was darker 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, Iraq, to livin the cell
So y'all niggaz know, Meet you back in Hell what?

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