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It was, four in the got a call on the cell
What the hell, you niggaz just at?
Yo they missed her, blazed most pistols
Now our turn, to play calypsos
Yo, me and you, me by the two
A war goin on, involvin the crews
Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose in St. John's
I wish my nigga was home, the black
Yo we rock as big as Vegas
crews of different size try to player hate us
Top of the league like Bulls and cats is Lakers
Trash Magic left, but he was the greatest
Aiyyo we call Shan, yo Shan 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 laid low, Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them my click, we three amigos -- they said
that knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I get there, blaze God and don't look back
Cause got no kids and no wifey
So when I get there God it's like more likely
There's Ricky like Ricardo, plus
So when I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo,

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We strong-arm, blazin firearm kong
When the beef come niggaz 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 from his neck to his balls
can bust 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, coke we took yea we cooked the
The police don't really want us, they want the back
impossible, just ask the word by the hospital
Across from the mall in Hoffman Park
It's in tennis bags, guarded by a Iraqs
Yo we swerve low, the Jake, there go, Roberto
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, gettin deep
How he knew where I'm at, how he knew how I
The fools pulled out, no doubt, Roberto the sick ?
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 crashed into the pole, now we roll
Dutchie, calm down and stroll
on foot, my click, got control
of the whole output, now we
Yo any be a man for a minute y'know
Then he, turn around once he know you got
It's like a cycle, read psycho, man in the mirror
Michael, my whole click down to snipe 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 my skin
But once again CNN prevail,
Cause even the G-est don't really Hell
I did this, from Iraq, to livin the
So y'all niggaz know, Meet you back in Hell what?

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