Letra de Da Story - N.O.R.E.

(Feat. Maze (Rapper))

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?

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

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

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

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?

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)

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

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