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

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

Aiyyo, we call Shan, yo Shan God
You and Maze got the
Them cats that to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?
A nigga named Ricky from the Bronx, wop city

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

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

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

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

Yo, like a day pass, I'm up with a mask
shot up the whole spot, crib 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 is real
'Cause you have the guts for the way that it feels
Word got back, niggaz said, Ricky a rat
All that, we took, yea, we cooked the crack

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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