Bronx Tale Lyrics

Bronx Tale

[Featuring KRS One]
Intro: KRS One
Music please
Yes welcome to Jealous
One's Envy
We'd like to thank you in advance for purchasing this
product
It is a Relativity Records product artist Fat Joe
My name is KRS
One
And of course we're gonna bring THE noise
Cause we can never be
toys
Verse One: KRS One Fat Joe
Yes I am the ultimate uttering
ultimatum's for the fun of it
It appears to me you don't know who you fuckin
with
You can't see this with bifocals cause you're local
Can't hang with
my vocals, better you fuck with Sonny Bono
Or Yoko Ono, but KRS oh NO
NO
You might think you a ROTC but I don't give a fuck though
I'm rolling
hard like God for the squad black
Packin them poppers bitch, where that
money be at?
Aiyyo I be the show stopper, as I shine like gold
Other
rappers dull like copper, the certified fake nigga dropper
Which borough, is
the thorough
I know, do you know, let me know I'm sayin though
The coke
connector, sweating leather with reflectors
Don't get caught up in my
sector, or I'ma haveta inject ya
with a slab of this lyrical dope
shit
Fake MC's and wannabe's best to quote this
Fat Joe the true and
living will prevail
Kingpin like Sonny up in Bronx Tale
Will I fail? I
doubt it
I'm the nigga catchin bodies, while other niggaz fantasize about
it
True indeed, behind my back MC's claim they can serve me
In my face
they screaming "We're not worthy!"
Youse a has been, actually you ain't
been
I be touring, while you be home taping
So what punk, you could
battle in a second
Frankly the bottom line, is where's your hit
record
You claim I'm jocking, claim I'm on your dick, where's your
witnesses?
If I'm on your dick my name has got to be
syphillis
Chorus:
"If you're feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" -
Jeru
"Up up up and away cuz I don't play clown" - Kool G Rap
"If you're
feeling lucky duck, then press your luck" - Jeru
"Buck buck buck take that
witcha on the way down" - Kool G Rap
Verse Two: Fat Joe
As we proceed to
lock it down, don't get it fucked up
We be the kings of the Boogie
Down
All we do is spark izm and get cash
Tortuing MC's like that warden
up in Alcatraz (bo! bo! bo! bo!)
It's Fat Joe, yo you know my steelo
Get
so much love, I'm payin sixteen on a kilo
Sendin niggaz outta town, still
got control of the Boogie Down
Now how the fuck you sound? (Yeahhh)
Ain't
no army that could harm me or bomb me
c'mon G you clowns ain't got a fucking
thing on me
I'm flashy like white linen (tell em)
Your rap is under
pressure like two outs tied score in the ninth
inning
I'm down with Kris
and ain't no stopping me
I'm out for Bronx and Monopoly with chicks on top
of me
It's My Philosophy, but for now it's in the corridor
Slappin caps
like a ball hittin hard to my laborator
These motherfuckers don't want
it
(Word to mother Joe, these niggaz don't want it!)
Chorus
Verse
Three: KRS-One
Merrrcy, you wanna serve me but you ain't worthy
My style
is too curvy, what you tellin me
But your flimsy ass will go home after the
battle and find I'm your
boss
With KRS-One up in your memory
I know
your kind, you rap write
You're Mr. John Gotti the Don, but you're just
another bwotty mon
Telecro bwotty mon, how you collect
Rap magazine
dating back to, Tougher than Leather
The only reason you got, such an
extensive rap collection
Cuz most of your rap mags are all stuck
together
Watch what you sayin, watch what you say
When your skull gets
cracked, whatcha gonna say crackhead?
Your file is dead, kneel to the rap
God in bed
Fore I slap you way Back in the Dayz like Ahmad
Don't get me
fed up, or vexed up, cuz you'll get set up
My crew don't let up, I be dead
up in this piece (tell em)
Recognize it's BlastMaster KRS-One
For ten
years, Fat Joe, chillin on the East