Da Story Lyrics - N.o.r.e.

It was, four in the mornin' got a call on the cell 

What the hell, you niggaz 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 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 

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 nigga named Ricky from the Bronx, cold wop city 

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Thugged out, shoot his gat mad sickly 

I laid low, called Big Pun and Fat Joe 

Them niggaz my click, 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? 

We strong arm, blazin' firearm long kong 

When the beef come niggaz storm on 

We strong arm, blazin' firearm long kong 

When the beef come niggaz storm on 

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 

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Anyone can bust a gun and stab a nigga is real 

'Cause you gotta have the guts for the way that it feels 

Word got back, them niggaz said, Ricky a rat 

All that, coke we took, yea, we cooked the crack 

The police don't really want us, they want the coke back 

It's impossible, just ask the word by the hospital 

Across from the mall right in Hoffman Park 

It's in tennis bags, guarded by a hundred Iraqs 

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 sick ? 

We hit the spot, then we hopped in the whips 

Now it's a chase on the highway, the L I Es 

Yo, them fools? Niggaz drive by me 

Iraq banner, not he? Aqui 

We strong arm, blazin' firearm long kong 

When the beef come niggaz storm on 

Aiyyo, 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 nigga 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 nigga he hate, was darker than him 

Older niggaz than him, stay buggin' on him 

Tellin' him he weak, he ain't touch my skin 

But once again CNN prevail, thorough 

'Cause even the G-est don't really understand hell 

I did this from Iraq to livin' the cell 

So y'all niggaz know, what? Meet you back in hell what? 

We strong arm, blazin' firearm long kong 

When the beef come niggaz storm on 

We strong arm, blazin' firearm long kong 

When the beef come niggaz storm on