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show – bronx tales lyrics

[verse]
heyo, i woke up in the mornin and i jumped in the shower
i guess i’m just cool like that, i guess you n+ggas must’ve thought
that you be rappin for dollars, i guess i must’ve fooled you cats
i got a call from shaw about a quarter to 4
he said we gotta go to war, time to lay the law
i mean, n+gga, don’t trip, i’ma tell you some sh+t
stan’s crib got hit for about six bricks
and the sh+t got sick when he told me how it played out
everybody laid out with they mothaf+ckin brains out
and what k!lled me the most, they even rocks on yo son
he was [?] the most
so i hopped in the whip and [?]
sh+t, even in my worst day, i’m known to floss
now i’m lookin for the guy with the sky blue [?]
that’s my n+gga from the nine, a reliable source
and he said he wasn’t sure who came over this [?]
but there’s some kids sellin knicks the size of golf b+lls
so i lurked to [?] see if them n+ggas was there
and they had [?] like cops was still a+there
so i hopped out the whip, started spazzin and sh+t
like i’ll be right back, we bout to clap up this b+tch
man, i shoulda known better not to lose my shot
cause a n+gga creeped up and tried to pop my top
now i’m stuck between heaven and h+ll
and all i could hear was mamas was screamin, i was better off in jail
it’s only logical, n+ggas gotta do what they gotta do
next day, i woke up to find myself out the hospital
i’m tryna front like it’s nothin to me
i’m mad weak, my wounds still leakin blood on my seats
now word got around that they back on they block
and i send two shooters but they both got rocked
rumors out that i’m messin they [?]
they on some hitman sh+t, got n+ggas scared to stand next to me, kid
i’m out for delf, [?] i’ve been here before
man, i know what you feel, them n+ggas k!ll
but i’m winnin this war
and my main man leo put me up on the [?]
he said him and big bro share the same p.o
and he be there, let’s say at three, ayo, that’s [?]
i be outside layin in the black suv
showin up, there he go, like “what’s really good?
“nah, n+gga, i’m bout to show you what’s really hood.”
so i jumped out the truck and he reached for his ratchet
forgot he’s on parole, man, he couldn’t even pack it
+gunshots+

oooweee!

[fat joe shouts out several people until fade]

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