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It was, in the mornin' got a call 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 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 of different size try to player hate us
Top of the league like and y'all cats is Lakers
Trash since Magic left, but he was the

Aiyyo, we call Shan, yo peace God
You and got the info?
Them cats that tried to shoot Moose's yo?
A nigga named Ricky from the Bronx, cold wop

out, shoot his gat mad sickly
I low, called 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, just blaze God and don't back

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

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

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

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

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

The police don't really want us, they the coke back
It's impossible, just ask the word by the
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, it's gettin'
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 in the whips
Now a chase on the highway, the L I Es
Yo, them Niggaz drive by me
Iraq banner, not he?

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

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

Yo, any nigga be a man for a minute
Then he, turn around once he you got dough
It's like a cycle, that psycho, man in the mirror
Like Michael, my whole down to snipe you

then, Roberto had beef, with melanin men
Every he hate, was darker than him
Older than him, stay buggin' on him
Tellin' him he weak, he touch my skin

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

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

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