Lyrics
It was, four in the mornin got a call on the cell
What the hell, these niggas just shot at?
Yo they missed tho, blazed mous (mousilini) by his ribs so
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 crew
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 niggas my clique, 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 coke, plus the cargo, what?
Chorus: Maze
We strong-arm, blaze da firearm norm, calm
When the beef come niggas 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 feel
Word got back, them niggas said Ricky a rat
All that, coke we took and we cooked the crack
The police don’t really want us, they want the coke back
It’s impossible, just stashed the work by the hospital
Across from the mall right in Hoffman Park
It’s in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred Arabs
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 stick
We hit the spot, then we hopped in the whips
Now it’s a chase on the highway, the L-I-E
Yo them bourgeoisie niggas drive by me
Iraq banner, not he, my ahkhee
Chorus
Ayo 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 ya man for a minute y’know
Then he, turn around once he know you got dough
It’s like a cycle, that recycle, 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 niggas than him, stay barkin' on him
Tellin him he weak, he ain’t touch my skin
But once again CNN prevail, do well
Cause even the Genius don’t really understand Hell
I did this, from Iraq, to livin' in a cell
So y’all niggas know, what? Meet you back in Hell what?
Chorus 2X