Church Bell Toll

[Diamond Shell] I'm a rock 'em sock 'em trooper, a tough one they call Shell I walk the streets of New York like I'm walkin through hell Well, I'm on my block just to see what's up yo I'm never alone my posse's with me though Three blocks from the crib it was some action It was a featured attraction, all the brothers was packed in Music was loud, and of course it was hip-hop so My boys said, this place is the next stop We went inside and all the fellas was hawkin All the girls was talkin, cause Shell just walked in My boys broke up, cause no need for no violence Cause in this instance, peace is the preference I asked a young lady to dance with a slight grin Her body was def, pretty face to light skin She said yes, so we stepped to the dancefloor I hope there's a chance for exotic romance or Somethin quite the same like a one night stand But once I asked her yo, up came her man so He tapped me on the shoulder and I turned real slowly Thinkin the whole time, this brother don't know me I looked in his face, he was mad, but I didn't fret He wanted someone to wreck, but this one he couldn't get Up with his hands, but what'd he do that for I hit him square in the jaw, and then he hit the floor I shoulda thought about what I was doin then Cause a bunch of his boys was schemin on doin me in His boy to the door, they rolled in single file Me and my crew yo we was doin it mob style Once outside, things got kind of hectic Some brothers surrounded us, it felt like a deathwish A brother stepped up, and tried to play cool Within three feet of me that's when I pulled my tool I told him step back, yo quicker than that black He tried to rush me so I dusted his cap back Others was comin up, damn what a pity Gun smokes and gun shots made it just like Dodge City One after another, suckers was droppin But I kept on poppin cause they just wasn't stoppin I finished with my clip, and reached for the next one Finished with that one and then got the next one The noise of gunshots faded from the area There was no hysteria, that made it scarier The only sound, was the voice of silence And all the sights, were results of violence And after the gunsmoke cleared from the scene I gave a body count - the number was nineteen There was no survivors, the less remorse We counted our own heads, the posse's in full force Ready to roll so we stepped like a staircase One more look back just for my own sake The sight ain't a pretty one, results of a rumble But yo, that's how it goes in the jungle So tonight around midnight when you're out for a stroll Listen real careful for that church bell toll.. {*echoes*}