Another Night In The Bronx

Donald-d

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    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

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    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

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