Another Night In The Bronx

Gunshot blast, what was his last words? Damn, everybody in the neighborhood heard Gunshots ringin out in the p.m And when we saw him, nobody knew him Was he a drug dealer, who would be the squealer? I wonder if the brother knew his killer As the cops stepped in, the posse cold stepped This was another night in the B-r-o-n-x Local hoods playin me close, playin my gold Till I told em: "Put that bullshit on hold" Another night in the Bronx, I'm hangin solo Cause my girl went to visit her dad in Puerto-Rico Sportin the gear made by ?Dos Clothes? Called the O.J. car, it was time to stroll Through the streets of your neighborhood like a parade I was jockin my fade that I got from Dave's Rolled down the windows, cause they were tinted Skeezers gathered and the Dee resented The driver pulled off like the 100 yard dash They only wanna hang because I'm pullin in cash Graduated from Morris High, not 'Street Academy' But still street smart, I knew I had to be Pimpin my lyrics to a beat like this While thinkin 'bout the suckers on my shit list Up on the ave. I put a quarter in the phone Used slang, but Chilly-D wasn't home Went to Islam crib, the posse was there With some cuties while one braided his hair We listened to a tune from the Zulu Kings We was all into it when the telephone rings I pick it up and say, "Yo, who it be?" It was the L.A. Player, pimpin Ice-T We rapped for a second, then I gave it to Is But one of the cuties was all in my biz She asked if I'm single and would I like to mingle? Tonight, if it's right, and make her body tingle I gave her a kiss, she started to drool When out of the window we heard (Ooooh-ooooh) It was Vansilk, Scorpio and Melle Mel And Steve-O - who's out on bail Chilly-D came around, gave all a pound Said the place to be in the Boogie Down Is 371 or the Zodiac We went to the Zodiac, and it was packed Busy Bee and Caz was runnin the show It wasn't snowin outside, but there was snow In the booth, in the back, in the corner, in the dark There was cuties in the house, and some that barked The freak from Is crib was still tippin me With her bedroom eyes she was strippin me We went to the hours motel, she had the feelin She paid for the room, and then started illin She took the Moët bottle, put it in her twat And said, "Come on, Dee, now gimme what you got" With her teeth she pulled off my drawers Jumped on top and did not pause For a second or a minute, half hour or more She treated me like I was goin to war Like in Crackerjacks I got my prize Then I said to myself: how many guys She had in bed? Then said: what the heck? It ain't nothin, little somethin that they call sex It was three in the afternoon when we left She was walkin with a limp, I rocked her to death We jumped in a cab, straight to my pad Another girlie called me, so she got mad I told her to step and catch the train She said, "Dee, I wanna be your number one flame" I felt kinda sorry, so I gave her a hug She was the patient, and I was the drug Word up, y'all, she was sprung on Dee And then she took me out on a shopping spree Got back with Bronx Syle later in the eve' Told him the story, he was ready to skeeze I said, "Her posse can be for the takin They're jockin me hard for the records I'm makin" ??? Park we were shootin some hoops While the boys on the hill gettin high on a stoop We was sittin around with the box cold boomin The girlies in the place to be was assumin The we'll bust a rap, but we was laid back They felt self-pity, cause we didn't strap Them, the same old everyday skeezers Who ain't nothin to the Dee but dick-teasers As Red Alert said my song was comin up next This was another night in the B-r-o-n-x Runnin low on dough, the trains we couldn't hop East ?Tremont? Station crawlin with cops So we took the walk to E.P.'s rest Kid Scratch played a beat and I manifest Some lyrics with my ace coon boon Kid Jazz Tim Jones showed up with a pocket full of cash We was drinkin O.E. when B-Ski lit a joint Joe said, "Yo, let's drive down to ??? point" We saw Keisha, whose pussy is loose Sellin her body with that faggot Bruce So we stepped off, on to White Castle As I ate I watched this girl give a nigga big hassle Back on the ave the brothers sellin dope When the sister start yellin, "He snatched my rope!" I gave a chase, slowed the pace Stomped the sucker in his face Damn, blood on my sneaker lace So I headed to my crib, ??Lambert?? On my way I ran into my brother Kirk He said Mick jetted off in a five point o But he did not know where Mick had to go He said Bambaataa was with them, and Ikey C And then I got a call from Easy A.D Now I'm cruisin the town in my Audi Cops pull me over cause they say I'm rowdy Searchin me down, do you know what they found? A real rap trooper from the Boogie Down That travels the airwaves to everybody burrough Donald-D, y'all, is a devastating, thorough Bred makin bread puttin heads to bed I'm Nikin, you're bikin in played out Pro-Keds Instead the feds are playin me close Cause I'm the Syndicate Sniper that they want the most Word up, man ??Lambert?? Projects rockin on Bronx River Projects Parkchester 174th Street ??? Avenue, ??? Avenue Donald-D says peace, y'all