Bronx Tale歌词
歌手：Fat Joe 专辑：Jealous One's Envy
作词 : Diamond D, Fat Joe, 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 ****** with
You can't see this with bifocals cause you're local
Can't hang with my vocals, better you ************* with sonny bono
Or yoko ono, but krs oh no no
You might think you a rotc but i don't give a ************* though
I'm rolling hard like god for the squad black
Packin them poppers *************, where that money be at?
Aiyyo i be the show stopper, as i *************ne like gold
Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake ************* 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 ****** *************t
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 ************* catchin bodies, while other *************z 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 *************, where's your witnesses?
If i'm on your ************* 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 ****** 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 *************z outta town, still got control of the boogie down
Now how the ************* you sound? (yeahhh)
Ain't no army that could harm me or bomb me
C'mon g you clowns ain't got a ******g 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 mother******s don't want it
(word to mother joe, these *************z 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 blas******aster krs-one
For ten years, fat joe, chillin on the east
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 ****** with
You can't see this with bifocals cause you're local
Can't hang with my vocals, better you ************* with sonny bono
Or yoko ono, but krs oh no no
You might think you a rotc but i don't give a ************* though
I'm rolling hard like god for the squad black
Packin them poppers *************, where that money be at?
Aiyyo i be the show stopper, as i *************ne like gold
Other rappers dull like copper, the certified fake ************* 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 ****** *************t
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 ************* catchin bodies, while other *************z 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 *************, where's your witnesses?
If i'm on your ************* 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 ****** 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 *************z outta town, still got control of the boogie down
Now how the ************* you sound? (yeahhh)
Ain't no army that could harm me or bomb me
C'mon g you clowns ain't got a ******g 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 mother******s don't want it
(word to mother joe, these *************z 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 blas******aster krs-one
For ten years, fat joe, chillin on the east
