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It was, four in the mornin' got a on the cell
What the hell, you just shot at?
Yo, missed her, blazed most 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 down in St. John's
I wish my nigga was home, the black

Yo, we charms as big as Vegas
Different crews of size try to player hate us
Top of the league like Bulls and y'all is Lakers
Trash since Magic left, but he was the

Aiyyo, we call Shan, yo Shan God
You and Maze got the
Them cats tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?
A nigga named from the Bronx, cold 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 he live at
And when I get there, just blaze God and don't look

Ricky got no kids and no wifey
So when I get there God like more than likely
There's Ricky like Ricardo Renaldo
So when I get there, the coat, plus the cargo, what?

We strong arm, firearm long kong
When the beef come storm on

We strong arm, blazin' long kong
When the come niggaz storm on

Yo, a day pass, I'm bandana'd up with a mask
Just shot up the whole spot, crib to
in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls
Cut Ricky from his to his balls

Anyone can bust a gun and a nigga is real
'Cause you gotta have the guts for the way it feels
Word got back, them niggaz said, a rat
All that, coke we took, yea, we cooked the

The police don't really us, they want the coke back
It's impossible, just ask the by the hospital
Across from the mall in Hoffman Park
in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs

Yo, we low, beside 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 how I eat?
The fools pulled out, no doubt, grabbed the sick ?

We hit the spot, we hopped in the whips
Now a chase on the highway, the L I Es
Yo, them fools? drive by me
Iraq banner, not he?

We arm, blazin' firearm long kong
When the beef come storm on

Aiyyo, we just into the pole, now we roll
Another Dutchie, calm down and
On foot, my click, got control
Of the whole output, now we

Yo, any nigga be a man for a 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 to snipe you

then, Roberto had beef, with melanin men
Every nigga he hate, was than him
Older niggaz him, stay buggin' on him
Tellin' him he weak, he ain't my skin

But again CNN prevail, thorough
'Cause even the G-est don't really understand
I did this from Iraq to livin' the
So niggaz know, what? Meet you back in hell what?

We strong arm, firearm long kong
When the beef come niggaz on

We arm, blazin' firearm long kong
When the beef niggaz storm on