| It was, four in the mornin got a call on the cell
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| What the hell, you niggaz just shot at?
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| Yo they missed her, blazed most fired pistols
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| Now it’s our turn, to play calypsos
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| Yo, me and you, meet me by the two
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| A war goin on, that’s involvin the crews
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| Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John’s
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| I wish my nigga was home, the black Fonz
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| Yo we rock charms as big as Vegas
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| Different crews of different size try to player hate us Top of the league like Bulls and y’all cats is Lakers
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| Trash since Magic left, but he was the greatest
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| Aiyyo we call Shan, yo Shan peace God
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| You and Maze got the info?
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| Them cats that tried to shoot Moose’s hitmen yo?
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| A nigga named Ricky, from the Bronx, cold wop city
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| Thugged out, shoot his gat mad sickly
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| I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe
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| Them niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they said
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| that they knew the cat, exactly where he live at And when I get there, just blaze God and don’t look back
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| Cause Ricky got no kids and no wifey
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| So when I get there God it’s like more than likely
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| There’s Ricky like Ricardo, plus Renaldo
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| So when I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo, what?
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| Chorus: Maze
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| We strong-arm, blazin firearm long kong
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| When the beef come niggaz storm on Yo like a day pass, I’m bandana’d up with a mask
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| Just shot up the whole spot, crib to grass
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| Pissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls
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| Cut Ricky from his neck to his balls
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| Anyone can bust a gun and stab a nigga is real
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| Cause you gotta have the guts for the way that it feels
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| Word got back, them niggaz said Ricky a rat
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| All that, coke we took yea we cooked the crack
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| The police don’t really want us, they want the coke back
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| It’s impossible, just ask the word by the hospital
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| Across from the mall right in Hoffman Park
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| It’s in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs
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| Yo we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go, Roberto
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| The brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it’s gettin deep
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| How he knew where I’m at, how he knew how I eat?
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| The fools pulled out, no doubt, Roberto grabbed the sick?
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| We hit the spot, then we hopped in the whips
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| Now it’s a chase on the highway, the L-I-E's
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| 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
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| another Dutchie, calm down and stroll
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| on foot, my whole click, got control
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| of the whole output, now we roll
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| Yo any nigga be a man for a minute y’know
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| Then he, turn around once he know you got dough
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| It’s like a cycle, that read psycho, man in the mirror
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| like Michael, my whole click down to snipe you
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| Since then, Roberto had beef, with melanin men
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| Every nigga he hate, was darker than him
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| Older niggaz than him, stay buggin on him
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| Tellin him he weak, he ain’t touch my skin
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| But once again CNN prevail, tho-rough
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| Cause even the G-est don’t really understand Hell
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| I did this, from Iraq, to livin the cell
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| So y’all niggaz know, what? |
| Meet you back in Hell what? |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Da Story , by - Noreaga. Song from the album N.O.R.E., in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп