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

Yo, me and you, me by the two
A war goin' on, that's the crews
Bring 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 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 Maze got the
Them cats tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?
A nigga named from the Bronx, cold wop city

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

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

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

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

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

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

The police really want us, they want the coke back
It's impossible, just ask the word by the
Across the mall right in Hoffman Park
It's in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred

Yo, we swerve low, 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 pulled out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the ?

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

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

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

Yo, any nigga be a man for a y'know
Then he, turn around 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, had beef, with melanin men
Every he hate, was darker than him
Older than him, stay buggin' on him
Tellin' him he weak, he ain't my skin

But once CNN prevail, thorough
'Cause even the G-est really understand hell
I did this from Iraq to the cell
So y'all niggaz know, what? you back in hell what?

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

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