, the prayer They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be They don't know, who we be This here is all about My wife
or so But they run though, how they really want it Want all the rain and thunder shit Niggaz talkin' this hocus pocus, focus on the lyrical, lyrical content From the Bronx
hold that, blow it out when I say let go; let's see if you can hold your breath, by the time I flip to the next flow This sho' is real, this is the deal
play, got me ready to kill Somebody, but it's all good Wit these shows, they my streets, *** all good Gotta be stackin' my paper like that's all I know *** is
I have this one wife, her name is Miss Melody I know I'm from the Bronx, she from the Brooklyn posse I tell ya look a little like this, then I tell you
trunk on these cats With this that and a third But Sheek tryin' to chill Get up on somethin' go over there and ice your grill Damn, all these chicks in here, all this
out, "Proud Mary" As she cruises Christopher Street And some Southern Queen is acting loud and mean Where the docks and the Badlands meet This Halloween is
sleep like my city when it's time to get this money Got game, spot game, so don't act funny (hah hah) We the block, we the ave, we the Bronx, we Manhattan
But she cannot phase a playa 'Cause this pimp is a moneymaker Meetings from Shawtown to LA Yo, I came to get down at this party I got my eyes on Keesha
Uh, you know, it's times like this When we need change, nigga Yeah and if you really look at it Your life is like a movie And we all in the script playin
havin? that shit) You could hold this blaow (Real street, real street niggaz ain't havin? that shit) You could hold this blaow (And niggaz is, nig? and niggaz is
is bond To my people up in Queens, rock rock on word is bond Bronx in the house, rock rock on word is bond Virginia's in this bitch, rock rock on word is
house for nine-fo', word is bond, word is day Redman rocks on and on for the nine-fo', word is bond, word is day Word is bond word is bond in the house
July, with half sticks And on and on, to the break of Rae-Dawn Chong I'm 'Killin' You Softly' with this song, with this bomb I'm like the Bronx 'cause
it Some might even say this song is sexist-es 'Cause I asked the girls to rub on their breast-eses Whether you're ridin' the train or in Lexus-es This is
the trunk. everybody's gettin drunk From the bronx, settin, lettin it all out No doubt, toast your coast Reppin the east, west, north, south Now it's all
song Is bein' sung, its like gimme a gun and I'm back on Joey crack, Pun, TS, Bronx regulators Stomp little niggaz to death for tryin' to imitate us Y'all
the niggas in the squad got a scar on they face It's a cold world and this is ice Half a mil' for the charm, nigga this is life Got the Phantom in front
