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n.o.r.e. - da story lyrics

[noreaga]
it was, four in the mornin got a call on the cell
what the h-ll, these n-ggas just shot at? {rell}
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 n-gga 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 n-gga 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 n-ggas 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 c0ke, plus the cargo, what?

chorus: maze

we strong-arm, blaze da firearm norm, calm
when the beef come n-ggas storm on
(repeat 2x)

[noreaga]
yo like a day p-ss, i’m bandana’d up with a mask
just shot up the whole spot, crib to gr-ss
p-ssed in his toilet, on his walls, in his halls
cut ricky from his neck to his b-lls
anyone can bust a gun and stab a n-gga is real
cause you gotta have the guts for the way that it feel
word got back, them n-ggas said ricky a rat
all that, c0ke we took and we cooked the crack
the police don’t really want us, they want the c0ke 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 n-ggas drive by me
iraq banner, not he, my ahkhee

chorus

[noreaga]
ayo we just crashed into the pole, now we roll
another dutchie, calm down and stroll
on foot, my whole cl!ck, got control
of the whole output, now we roll
yo any n-gga 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 cl!ck down to snipe you
since then, roberto had beef, with melanin men
every n-gga he hate, was darker than him
older n-ggas 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 g*nius don’t really understand h-ll
i did this, from iraq, to livin’ in a cell
so y’all n-ggas know, what? meet you back in h-ll what?

chorus 2x

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