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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 fired
Now it's our turn, to calypsos
Yo, me and you, me by the two
A war on, that's involvin the crews
Bring both arms, Rel and Moose 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 like Bulls and cats is Lakers
since Magic left, but he was the greatest
Aiyyo we call Shan, yo peace God
You and got the info?
Them cats 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 three -- 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 God it's like more than likely
There's Ricky Ricardo, plus Renaldo
So when I get there, take the coat, the cargo, what?

Maze

We strong-arm, blazin firearm long
When the beef come storm on
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Yo like a day pass, I'm bandana'd up with a
Just shot up the spot, crib to grass
in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls
Cut Ricky his neck to his balls
Anyone can bust a gun and a nigga is real
Cause you have the guts for the way that it feels
got back, them niggaz said Ricky a rat
All that, we took yea we cooked the crack
The don't really want us, they want the coke back
impossible, just ask the word by the hospital
Across from the mall right in Hoffman
It's in tennis bags, by a hundred Iraqs
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, go, Roberto
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's gettin
How he knew where I'm at, how he knew how I
The fools out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the sick ?
We hit the spot, we hopped in the whips
Now a chase on the highway, the L-I-E's
Yo fools ?, niggaz drive 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 be a man for a minute y'know
Then he, around once he know you got dough
It's like a cycle, that psycho, man in the mirror
like Michael, my click down to snipe you
Since then, Roberto had beef, with men
Every he hate, was darker than him
Older niggaz than him, buggin on him
Tellin him he weak, he ain't touch my
But once CNN prevail, tho-rough
Cause even the G-est don't really Hell
I did this, from Iraq, to livin the
So niggaz know, what? Meet you back in Hell what?

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