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It was, four in the got a call on the cell
What the hell, you just 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 on, that's involvin' the crews
Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St.
I wish my was home, the black Fonz

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

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

Thugged out, 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 he live at
And when I get there, 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, take the coat, plus the cargo,

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

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

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

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

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

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 knew how I
The fools pulled out, no doubt, grabbed the sick ?

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

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

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

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

Since then, Roberto had beef, melanin men
nigga he hate, was darker 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 understand hell
I did this from to livin' the cell
So y'all niggaz know, what? Meet you back in what?

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

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