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It was, four in the got a call on the cell
What the hell, you niggaz just at?
Yo, they missed her, blazed fired pistols
Now our turn to play calypsos

Yo, me and you, me by the two
A war goin' on, involvin' the crews
Bring both arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John's
I wish my nigga was home, the black

Yo, we rock charms as big as
Different crews of size try to player hate us
Top of the league like Bulls and 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 tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?
A nigga named Ricky from the Bronx, wop city

Thugged out, his gat mad sickly
I low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
Them niggaz my click, we amigos, they said
That knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I get there, blaze God and don't look back

'Cause got no kids and no wifey
So when I get there God it's like more 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 beef come niggaz on

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

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

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

The police don't really want us, want the coke back
It's impossible, just ask the by the hospital
Across from the mall right in 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, it's deep
How he knew I'm at, how he knew how I eat?
The pulled out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the sick ?

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

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

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

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

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? you back in hell what?

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

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