Bronx War Stories Lyrics by Wu-Tang Clan

Bronx War Stories Lyrics

    Verse 1:

    I'm fucked up
    Most brothers don't have it like me
    Like my brothers in the peep, doing half a century
    See God I know it's hard
    Black stay in ya zone
    Big Dust we lost touch see you when you get home
    And my man Stan just got back from doing ten
    On some bullshit now his ass is back up again
    Wait, Ned did 9 straight
    Came home knocking cats out
    Playing what's that all about
    Aiyyo, you gotta maintain killer
    I wanna put you on
    So you could be a tee big armed guerilla
    And to my peoples in the struggle,
    When everyday is a hustle so nobody move a muscle
    'Cause Kelly got popped from her man
    Both found dead, Money still had the pistol in his hand
    Power moves all up in my building selling crack
    And kids around my way they just don't know how to act
    Like my little man stole drugs got some kids fed
    And Ted found him dead with a bullet to his head
    Baby brother to my man van
    But life gotta go on
    You still got me in the God born
    And what's his name dies from AIDS
    Mom dukes outta commission from breaking bothe her legs

    [Chorus]
    Yo the inner city life controlled by the outer world G
    Another Bronx War Story
    Sometimes I have to search for information to find out
    Why was we put in these certain situations
    The inner city life controlled by the outer world G
    Another Bronx War Story
    (Repeat last line 4x)

    Verse 2:

    Peace see God you held me down like a weapon
    The Fam I ran with born the ghetto legend
    Big shot is set on and dead on KingPin
    You and Big just kept mad bells ringin'
    Cross town niggaz still fryin' I hold it down
    Lord niggaz ain't wid all the shit we was down for
    I'm still struggling bubbling for paper
    The herds like back in the day to pull a caper
    The takers, now I got a plan to expand
    Put it short import export to foreign lands
    Stand forever like birds of a feather
    Together whatever if niggaz flip that's clever
    The weather change but the style still remains the same
    Who's to blame with the neighbourhood fame
    I knew the game since the days that I played as a shorty

    [Chrous]
    Another Bronx War Story
    Sometimes I have to search for information to find out
    Why we was put in these certain situations
    The inner city life controlled by the outer world G
    Another Bronx War Story
    (Repeat last line 4x)

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