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