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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 our turn to play calypsos

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

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 is Lakers
Trash since Magic left, but he was the

Aiyyo, we call Shan, yo Shan God
You and got the info?
Them that tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?
A nigga named Ricky 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, said
That knew the cat, exactly where he live at
And when I get there, just blaze God and look back

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

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

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

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

Anyone can bust a gun and stab a nigga is
'Cause you gotta the guts for the way that it feels
got back, them niggaz 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, ask the word by the hospital
Across from the mall in Hoffman Park
It's in tennis bags, guarded by a Iraqs

Yo, we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go,
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's gettin'
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, 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' firearm kong
When the beef come storm on

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

Yo, any nigga be a man for a y'know
he, turn around once he know you got dough
It's a cycle, that read psycho, man in the mirror
Michael, my whole click down to snipe you

Since then, Roberto had beef, melanin 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
'Cause even the G-est don't really hell
I did this from to livin' the cell
So y'all niggaz know, Meet you back in hell what?

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

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