Da Story
[Noreaga
It was, four in the mornin got a call on the cel
What the hell, you niggaz just shot at
Yo they missed her, blazed most fired pistol
Now it's our turn, to play calypso
Yo, me and you, meet me by the tw
A war goin on, that's involvin the crew
Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John'
I wish my nigga was home, the black Fon
Yo we rock charms as big as Vega
Different crews of different size try to player hate u
Top of the league like Bulls and y'all cats is Laker
Trash since Magic left, but he was the greates
Aiyyo we call Shan, yo Shan peace Go
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 cit
Thugged out, shoot his gat mad sickl
I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Jo
Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they sai
that they knew the cat, exactly where he live a
And when I get there, just blaze God and don't look bac
Cause Ricky got no kids and no wife
So when I get there God it's like more than likel
There's Ricky like Ricardo, plus Renald
So when I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo, what
Chorus: Maz
We strong-arm, blazin firearm long kon
When the beef come niggaz storm o
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[Noreaga
Yo like a day pass, I'm bandana'd up with a mas
Just shot up the whole spot, crib to gras
Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his hall
Cut Ricky from his neck to his ball
Anyone can bust a gun and stab a nigga is rea
Cause you gotta have the guts for the way that it feel
Word got back, them niggaz said Ricky a ra
All that, coke we took yea we cooked the crac
The police don't really want us, they want the coke bac
It's impossible, just ask the word by the hospita
Across from the mall right in Hoffman Par
It's in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred Iraq
Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go, Robert
The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's gettin dee
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 whip
Now it's a chase on the highway, the L-I-E'
Yo them fools ?, niggaz drive by m
Iraq banner, not he, ? aqu
Choru
[Noreaga
Aiyyo we just crashed into the pole, now we rol
another Dutchie, calm down and strol
on foot, my whole click, got contro
of the whole output, now we rol
Yo any nigga be a man for a minute y'kno
Then he, turn around once he know you got doug
It's like a cycle, that read psycho, man in the mirro
like Michael, my whole click down to snipe yo
Since then, Roberto had beef, with melanin me
Every nigga he hate, was darker than hi
Older niggaz than him, stay buggin on hi
Tellin him he weak, he ain't touch my ski
But once again CNN prevail, tho-roug
Cause even the G-est don't really understand Hel
I did this, from Iraq, to livin the cel
So y'all niggaz know, what?Meet you back in Hell what
Chorus 2X
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