| Lyrics: | featuring Maze
[Noreaga]
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?
Chorus: Maze
We strong-arm, blazin firearm long kong
When the beef come
niggaz storm on
(repeat 2X)
[Noreaga]
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
Chorus
[Noreaga]
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?
Chorus 2X |
