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It was, in the mornin' got a call on the cell
the hell, you niggaz just shot at?
Yo, they missed her, most fired pistols
Now our turn to play 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 black

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

Aiyyo, we Shan, yo Shan 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
niggaz 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

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

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

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

Yo, like a day pass, I'm bandana'd up with a
Just shot up the whole spot, crib to
Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his
Cut from 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 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 by the hospital
Across from the mall right in Park
It's in tennis bags, guarded by a Iraqs

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

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

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

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

Yo, any nigga be a man for a y'know
he, turn around 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

then, Roberto had beef, with melanin men
Every he hate, was darker than him
niggaz than him, stay buggin' on him
Tellin' him he weak, he ain't touch my

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

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

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