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It was, four in the mornin got a on the cell
What the hell, you niggaz shot at?
Yo they missed her, most fired pistols
Now it's our turn, to calypsos
Yo, me and you, me by the two
A war on, that's involvin the crews
both 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
Different of different size try to player hate us
Top of the like Bulls and y'all cats is Lakers
Trash 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 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 amigos -- said
that they knew the cat, exactly where he at
And when I get there, blaze God and don't look back
Cause Ricky got no and no wifey
So I get there God it's like more than likely
There's Ricky Ricardo, plus Renaldo
So I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo, what?

Maze

We strong-arm, blazin firearm kong
When the beef come storm on
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Yo like a day pass, I'm up with a mask
Just up the whole spot, crib to grass
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 niggaz Ricky a rat
All that, coke we took yea we the crack
The police don't really us, they want the coke back
It's impossible, just ask the by the hospital
Across the mall right in Hoffman Park
It's in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, go, Roberto
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, gettin deep
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 a chase on the highway, the L-I-E's
Yo them fools ?, niggaz by me
banner, not he, ? aqui

Aiyyo we just crashed into the pole, now we
another Dutchie, down and stroll
on foot, my whole click, got
of the output, now we roll
Yo any nigga be a man for a y'know
Then he, turn around he know you got dough
It's a cycle, that read psycho, man in the mirror
like Michael, my whole click down to you
Since then, Roberto had beef, melanin 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 once again CNN prevail,
Cause even the G-est don't understand Hell
I did this, Iraq, to livin the cell
So y'all niggaz know, what? Meet you back in Hell

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