LES - Da Story lyrics

[Noreaga] It was, four in the mornin got a call on the cell What the hell, you n***as 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 n***a 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***a 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***as 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 coat, plus the cargo, what? Chorus: Maze We strong-arm, blazin firearm long kong When the beef come n***as storm on (repeat 2X) [Noreaga] Yo like a day pa**, I'm bandana'd up with a mask Just shot up the whole spot, crib to gra** 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 n***a is real Cause you gotta have the guts for the way that it feels Word got back, them n***as said Ricky a rat All that, coke we took and we cooked the crack The police don't really want us, they want the coke 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***as 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 click, got control Of the whole output, now we roll Yo any n***a 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 n***a he hate, was darker than him Older n***as than him, stay buggin on him Tellin him he weak, he ain't touch my skin But once again CNN prevail, do well Cause even the G-est don't really understand Hell I did this, from Iraq, to livin' in a cell So y'all n***as know, what? Meet you back in Hell what? Chorus 2X