Текст песни Noreaga - Da Story
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Текст песни Noreaga - Da Story
[Noreaga]It was, four in the mornin got a call on the cellWhat the hell, you niggaz just shot at?Yo they missed her, blazed most fired pistolsNow it's our turn, to play calypsosYo, me and you, meet me by the twoA war goin on, that's involvin the crews( )Bring both your arms, Rel and Moose down in St. John'sI wish my nigga was home, the black FonzYo we rock charms as big as VegasDifferent crews of different size try to player hate usTop of the league like Bulls and y'all cats is LakersTrash since Magic left, but he was the greatestAiyyo we call Shan, yo Shan peace GodYou and Maze got the info?Them cats that tried to shoot Moose's hitmen yo?A nigga named Ricky, from the Bronx, cold wop cityThugged out, shoot his gat mad sicklyI laid low, called Big Pun and Fat JoeThem niggaz my click, we three amigos -- they saidthat they knew the cat, exactly where he live atAnd when I get there, just blaze God and don't look backCause Ricky got no kids and no wifeySo when I get there God it's like more than likelyThere's Ricky like Ricardo, plus RenaldoSo when I get there, take the coat, plus the cargo, what?Chorus: MazeWe strong-arm, blazin firearm long kongWhen the beef come niggaz storm on(repeat 2X)[Noreaga]Yo like a day pass, I'm bandana'd up with a maskJust shot up the whole spot, crib to grassPissed in his toilet, on his walls, in his hallsCut Ricky from his neck to his ballsAnyone can bust a gun and stab a nigga is realCause you gotta have the guts for the way that it feelsWord got back, them niggaz said Ricky a ratAll that, coke we took yea we cooked the crackThe police don't really want us, they want the coke backIt's impossible, just ask the word by the hospitalAcross from the mall right in Hoffman ParkIt's in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred IraqsYo we swerve low, beside the Jake, there go, RobertoThe brother of Ricky, he 'posed to be wild, it's gettin deepHow 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 whipsNow it's a chase on the highway, the L-I-E'sYo them fools ?, niggaz drive by me