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It was, four in the mornin' got a call on the
What the hell, you niggaz shot at?
Yo, they missed her, blazed fired pistols
Now it's our turn to 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 charms as big as Vegas
Different of different size try to player hate us
Top of the league like Bulls and y'all cats is
Trash since left, but he was the greatest

Aiyyo, we Shan, yo Shan peace God
You and got the info?
Them cats that tried to Moose's 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 niggaz my click, we three amigos, they
That they knew the cat, exactly where he at
And I get there, just 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?

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

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

Yo, like a day pass, I'm bandana'd up 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

Anyone can bust a gun and stab a nigga is
'Cause you gotta have the guts for the way that it
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 coke
It's impossible, just ask the by the hospital
Across from the mall right in Hoffman
It's in bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs

Yo, we swerve low, beside the Jake, 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 pulled out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the sick ?

We hit the spot, then we hopped in the
Now it's a on the highway, the L I Es
Yo, them fools? drive by me
banner, not he? Aqui

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

Aiyyo, we just crashed 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 he know you got dough
It's like a cycle, read psycho, man in the mirror
Michael, my whole click down to snipe you

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

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

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

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