N.O.R.E. - Da story
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[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
Inne utwory
Violators Real or fake niggaz Half-baked Body in the trunk What u rep Hit me slime What the fuck is up If you want it Esta loca (Mathematics) 40 Island Bloody money part II We thugged out Da hustla Oh no The life of a Full mode Thugged out I love my life Going legit Losowe utwory
You took the last train out into the night
You see the outside world its rushing by
There goes another town
And there s no turn around
Well the big bad city is just ahead
And just a million lives of the living dead
Will put the squeeze on you...
I am colourblind,
Coffee black and egg white,
Pull me out from inside
I am ready, I am ready, I am ready,
I am taffy stuck and tongue tied,
Stutter shook and uptight,
Pull me out from inside,
I am ready, I am ready, I am ready,
I am fine,
[x2]
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