Lyrics:
Bronx Blues

Sean-e-sean was the driver Known to give freaks hell Had a beeper goin' off like a high school bell Looked in the mirror what did we see ? Fuckin' blue

's in the house, Brooklyn's in the house I said Uptown's in the house, Uptown's in the house I said The Bronx in the hidouse, The Bronx in the hidouse

DPS forever hit ya' with the live stuff Suliman the Bronx Ripper on the live puff V Love, that's my money like dominoes Brooklyn do keep it rocking till

roll back into they holes They slither, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York Slither in the streets, of Manhattan In the streets of Queens, streets of the Bronx

on Bacardi I be hippin and hoppin, rockin and shockin, the whole rap scene I'm mean, my favorite color is green I guess that's why they call it the blues

? You stuck being in jacks on the blocks with your paps And the squad to hard niggaz gotta fall back Damn papi, you're shit is icey now In the bronx witcha

So whatever you need I got you yaa Reminiscing that 6 train from way back Now it's sky blue phantoms and stretch may backs For sweepin' them floors in them Bronx

, know what I mean? Gettin' royalties, 'Down With The King' Crack, crack, cracks in the cradle Cracks, in the cradle Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon Little boy blue

t know Cause the combination is tighter than 4 knots And you can here the ass cold knocking for 4 blocks And showstops ain't the thang to do County checking no disrespecting them boys in blue