Da Story

It was, four in the mornin got a call on the cell

What the hell, you niggaz just shot at?

Yo they missed her, blazed most fired pistols

Now it's our turn, to play calypsos

Yo, me and you, meet me by the two

A war goin on, that's involvin the crews

Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John's

I wish my nigga was home, the black Fonz

Yo we rock charms as big as Vegas

Different crews of different size try to player hate us

Top of the league like Bulls and y'all cats is Lakers

Trash since Magic left, but he was the greatest

Aiyyo we call Shan, yo Shan peace God

You and Maze got the info?

Them cats that tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?

A nigga named Ricky, from the Bronx, cold wop city

Thugged out, shoot his gat mad sickly

I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe

Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said

that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at

And when I get there, just blaze God and don't look back

Cause Ricky got no kids and no wifey

So when I get there God it's like more than likely

There's Ricky like Ricardo, plus Renaldo

So when I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo, what?

We strong-arm, blazin firearm long kong

When the beef come niggaz storm on

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Yo like a day pass, I'm bandana'd up with a mask

Just shot up the whole spot, crib to grass

Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls

Cut Ricky from his neck to his balls

Anyone can bust a gun and stab a nigga is real

Cause you gotta have the guts for the way that it feels

Word got back, them niggaz said Ricky a rat

All that, coke we took yea we cooked the crack

The police don't really want us, they want the coke back

It's impossible, just ask the word by the hospital

Across from the mall right in Hoffman Park

It's in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs

Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go, Roberto

The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's gettin deep

How he knew where I'm at, how he knew how I eat?

The fools pulled out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the sick ?

We hit the spot, then we hopped in the whips

Now it's a chase on the highway, the L-I-E's

Yo them fools ?, niggaz drive by me

Iraq banner, not he, ? aqui

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Aiyyo we just crashed into the pole, now we roll

another Dutchie, calm down and stroll

on foot, my whole click, got control

of the whole output, now we roll

Yo any nigga be a man for a minute y'know

Then he, turn around once he know you got dough

It's like a cycle, that read psycho, man in the mirror

like Michael, my whole click down to snipe you

Since then, Roberto had beef, with melanin men

Every nigga he hate, was darker than him

Older niggaz than him, stay buggin on him

Tellin him he weak, he ain't touch my skin

But once again CNN prevail, tho-rough

Cause even the G-est don't really understand Hell

I did this, from Iraq, to livin the cell

So y'all niggaz know, what? Meet you back in Hell what?

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