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It was, four in the mornin' got a call on the
the hell, you niggaz just shot at?
Yo, they her, blazed most fired pistols
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 your arms, Rel and down in St. John's
I wish my nigga was home, the black

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

Aiyyo, we call Shan, yo Shan God
You and Maze got the
Them cats tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?
A named Ricky from the Bronx, cold wop city

Thugged out, his gat mad sickly
I laid low, Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos, they
That they knew the cat, exactly where he 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 like Ricardo plus
So when I get there, the coat, plus the cargo, what?

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

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

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

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

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

Yo, we swerve low, beside the Jake, go, Roberto
The brother of Ricky, he to be wild, it's gettin' deep
How he knew where I'm at, how he how I eat?
The fools pulled out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the ?

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

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

Aiyyo, we crashed into the pole, now we roll
Another Dutchie, calm 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 you got dough
like a cycle, that read psycho, man in the mirror
Like Michael, my whole down to snipe you

Since then, 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 touch my

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

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

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