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It was, four in the mornin got a call on the
What the hell, you just 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 goin on, involvin the crews
both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John's
I wish my nigga was home, the Fonz
Yo we charms as big as Vegas
Different crews of different size try to hate us
Top of the league like and y'all cats is Lakers
since Magic left, but he was the greatest
Aiyyo we call Shan, yo Shan God
You and got the info?
Them cats that tried to shoot hitmen yo?
A nigga Ricky, from the Bronx, cold wop city
out, shoot his gat mad sickly
I low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them my click, we three amigos -- they said
that they knew the cat, exactly he live at
And when I get there, blaze God and don't look back
Cause got no kids and no wifey
So I get there God it's like more than likely
There's Ricky like Ricardo, plus
So when I get there, the coat, plus the cargo, what?

Maze

We strong-arm, blazin firearm long
When the come niggaz storm on
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Yo like a day pass, I'm bandana'd up with a
Just shot up the whole spot, crib to
Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his
Cut Ricky his neck to his balls
Anyone can bust a gun and stab a is real
you gotta have the guts for the way that it feels
Word got back, them niggaz 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 right in Hoffman Park
It's in bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, go, Roberto
The of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's gettin deep
How he knew where I'm at, how he how I eat?
The fools out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the sick ?
We hit the spot, then we in the whips
Now it's a on the highway, the L-I-E's
Yo them fools ?, drive by me
Iraq banner, not he, ?

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 be a man for a minute y'know
Then he, turn around he know you got dough
It's like a cycle, read psycho, man in the mirror
like Michael, my whole click down to you
Since then, Roberto had beef, with men
Every nigga he hate, was than him
Older niggaz him, stay buggin on him
him he weak, he ain't touch my skin
But once CNN prevail, tho-rough
Cause even the G-est really understand Hell
I did this, from Iraq, to livin the
So y'all niggaz know, what? Meet you back in what?

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