Da Story

Lyrics

[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? [Chorus: Maze] We strong-arm, blaze the firearm norm, calm When the beef come niggas storm on We strong-arm, blaze the firearm norm, calm When the beef come niggas storm on [Verse 2: 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 feel Word got back, them niggas 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? 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 niggas drive by me Iraq banner, not he, my ahkhee [Chorus: Maze] We strong-arm, blaze the firearm norm, calm (Uh-huh) When the beef come niggas storm on We strong-arm, blaze the firearm norm, calm When the beef come niggas storm on [Verse 3: Noreaga] Ayo, we just crashed into the pole, now we roll Another dutchie, calm down and stroll On foot, my whole clique got control Of the whole output, now we roll Yo, any nigga be ya man for a minute, you 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 clique down to snipe you Since then, Roberto had beef with melanin men Every nigga he hate was darker than him Older niggas 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 Genius don't really understand Hell I did this, from Iraq, to livin' in a cell So y'all niggas know, what? Meet you back in Hell, what? [Chorus: Maze] We strong-arm, blaze the firearm norm, calm (Meet y'all niggas in hell) When the beef come niggas storm on (Hope to see you in Heaven nigga) We strong-arm, blaze the firearm norm, calm (Where we go when we done) When the beef come niggas storm on (Bring it back, baby) We strong-arm, blaze the firearm norm, calm When the beef come niggas storm on (Blaze it up, yo) We strong-arm, blaze the firearm norm, calm (What?) When the beef come niggas storm on (Iraq, motherfucker) [Outro] You know how we do this shit though, you know what I'm sayin'? If you ain't regulatin' you gettin' regulated (Yeah, I know that) See what I'm sayin', nigga, you're sittin' back whinin' about this paper, nigga (We all do) Step up and take yours, you know what I'm sayin'? (Take that shit, son) Stop cryin' like a bitch, these niggas get rich Like that nigga Noreaga (Word up) You know what I'm sayin'? Like that nigga Esco The whole fuckin' QU, the jungle, the dirt (QU, uh-huh) Diesel, Moneybag, Mousilini (Mousilini) Know what I'm sayin? (M-A-Z-E) Fuck y'all know about this shit? (Y'all niggas don't know shit) Strong-arm y'all niggas (Strong-arm y'all niggas) Strong-arm y'all to death, faggots (Fuck them niggas, son) How you think I got here, bitches? (How, how you got here, son?) Strong-armin', baby (Strong-armin' this shit) Strong-armin' them bitches (Regulatin' this shit) Strong-armin' y'all niggas Fuck them niggas