[Verse 1: Noreaga]
It was four in the mornin', got a call on the cell
What the hell, these niggas just shot at Rell?
Yo, they missed though, blazed Mous 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
Rell 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
Ayo, we call Shan, yo, Shan, peace, God
You and Maze got the info?
Them cats that tried to shoot Mous' 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?
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