Show, Fat Joe - Bronx Tales lyrics
Fat Joe [Joseph Antonio Cartagena] The Bronx, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[Show, Fat Joe - Bronx Tales lyrics]
Heyo, I woke up in the mornin
And I jumped in the shower
I guess I'm just cool like that
I guess you niggas must've thought
That you be rappin for dollars
I guess I must've fooled you cats
I got a call from Shaw about a quarter to 4
He said we gotta go to war
Time to lay the law
I mean, nigga, don't trip
I'ma tell you some shit
Stan's crib got hit for about six bricks
And the shit got sick when he
Told me how it played out
Everybody laid out with they
Mothafuckin brains out
And what killed me the most
They even rocks on yo son
He was 10 at the most
So I hopped in the whip and
Shit, even in my worst day
I'm known to floss
Now I'm lookin for the guy
With the sky blue Porsche
That's my nigga from the Nine
A reliable source
And he said he wasn't sure who came over this
But there's some kids sellin knicks
The size of golf balls
So I lurked to see if them niggas was there
And they had like cops was still a-there
So I hopped out the whip
Started spazzin and shit
Like I'll be right back
We bout to clap up this bitch
Man, I shoulda known better not
To lose my shot cause a nigga creeped up and
Tried to pop my top
Now I'm stuck between Heaven and Hell
And all I could hear was mamas was screamin
I was better off in jail it's only logical
Niggas gotta do what they gotta do next day
I woke up to find myself out the hospital
I'm tryna front like it's nothin to me
I'm mad weak
My wounds still leakin blood on my seats
Now word got around that they
Back on they block
And I send two shooters but
They both got rocked
Rumors out that I'm messin they shit
They on some hitman shit, got niggas
Scared to stand next to me, kid
I'm out for delf, but I've been here before
Man, I know what you feel, them niggas kill
But, I'm winnin this war
And my main man Leo put me up on the phone
He said him and big bro share the same PO
And he be there, let's say at three, ayo
That's peace
I be outside layin in the black SUV
Showin up, there he go
Like "What's really good? "Nah, nigga
I'm bout to show you what's really hood"
So I jumped out the truck and
He reached for his ratchet
Forgot he's on parole, man
He couldn't even pack it
And I jumped in the shower
I guess I'm just cool like that
I guess you niggas must've thought
That you be rappin for dollars
I guess I must've fooled you cats
I got a call from Shaw about a quarter to 4
He said we gotta go to war
Time to lay the law
I mean, nigga, don't trip
I'ma tell you some shit
Stan's crib got hit for about six bricks
And the shit got sick when he
Told me how it played out
Everybody laid out with they
Mothafuckin brains out
And what killed me the most
They even rocks on yo son
He was 10 at the most
So I hopped in the whip and
Shit, even in my worst day
I'm known to floss
Now I'm lookin for the guy
With the sky blue Porsche
That's my nigga from the Nine
A reliable source
And he said he wasn't sure who came over this
But there's some kids sellin knicks
The size of golf balls
So I lurked to see if them niggas was there
And they had like cops was still a-there
So I hopped out the whip
Started spazzin and shit
Like I'll be right back
We bout to clap up this bitch
Man, I shoulda known better not
To lose my shot cause a nigga creeped up and
Tried to pop my top
Now I'm stuck between Heaven and Hell
And all I could hear was mamas was screamin
I was better off in jail it's only logical
Niggas gotta do what they gotta do next day
I woke up to find myself out the hospital
I'm tryna front like it's nothin to me
I'm mad weak
My wounds still leakin blood on my seats
Now word got around that they
Back on they block
And I send two shooters but
They both got rocked
Rumors out that I'm messin they shit
They on some hitman shit, got niggas
Scared to stand next to me, kid
I'm out for delf, but I've been here before
Man, I know what you feel, them niggas kill
But, I'm winnin this war
And my main man Leo put me up on the phone
He said him and big bro share the same PO
And he be there, let's say at three, ayo
That's peace
I be outside layin in the black SUV
Showin up, there he go
Like "What's really good? "Nah, nigga
I'm bout to show you what's really hood"
So I jumped out the truck and
He reached for his ratchet
Forgot he's on parole, man
He couldn't even pack it