Gunshot blast, what was his last words?  Damn, everybody in the neighborhood heard  Gunshots ringin out in the p.m.  And when we saw him, nobody knew him  Was he a drug dealer, who would be the squealer?  I wonder if the brother knew his killer  As the cops stepped in, the posse cold stepped   This was another night in the B-r-o-n-x    Local hoods playin me close, playin my gold  Till I told em: "Put that bullshit on hold"  Another night in the Bronx, I'm hangin solo  Cause my girl went to visit her dad in Puerto-Rico  Sportin the gear made by ?Dos Clothes?  Called the O.J. car, it was time to stroll  Through the streets of your neighborhood like a parade  I was jockin my fade that I got from Dave's  Rolled down the windows, cause they were tinted  Skeezers gathered and the Dee resented  The driver pulled off like the 100 yard dash  They only wanna hang because I'm pullin in cash  Graduated from Morris High, not 'Street Academy'  But still street smart, I knew I had to be  Pimpin my lyrics to a beat like this  While thinkin 'bout the suckers on my shit list  Up on the ave. I put a quarter in the phone  Used slang, but Chilly-D wasn't home  Went to Islam crib, the posse was there  With some cuties while one braided his hair  We listened to a tune from the Zulu Kings  We was all into it when the telephone rings  I pick it up and say, "Yo, who it be?"  It was the L.A. Player, pimpin Ice-T  We rapped for a second, then I gave it to Is  But one of the cuties was all in my biz  She asked if I'm single and would I like to mingle?  Tonight, if it's right, and make her body tingle  I gave her a kiss, she started to drool  When out of the window we heard (Ooooh-ooooh)  It was Vansilk, Scorpio and Melle Mel  And Steve-O - who's out on bail  Chilly-D came around, gave all a pound  Said the place to be in the Boogie Down  Is 371 or the Zodiac  We went to the Zodiac, and it was packed  Busy Bee and Caz was runnin the show  It wasn't snowin outside, but there was snow  In the booth, in the back, in the corner, in the dark  There was cuties in the house, and some that barked  The freak from Is crib was still tippin me  With her bedroom eyes she was strippin me  We went to the hours motel, she had the feelin  She paid for the room, and then started illin  She took the Moët bottle, put it in her twat  And said, "Come on, Dee, now gimme what you got"  With her teeth she pulled off my drawers  Jumped on top and did not pause  For a second or a minute, half hour or more  She treated me like I was goin to war  Like in Crackerjacks I got my prize  Then I said to myself: how many guys  She had in bed? Then said: what the heck?  It ain't nothin, little somethin that they call sex  It was three in the afternoon when we left  She was walkin with a limp, I rocked her to death  We jumped in a cab, straight to my pad  Another girlie called me, so she got mad  I told her to step and catch the train  She said, "Dee, I wanna be your number one flame"  I felt kinda sorry, so I gave her a hug  She was the patient, and I was the drug  Word up, y'all, she was sprung on Dee  And then she took me out on a shopping spree  Got back with Bronx Syle later in the eve'  Told him the story, he was ready to skeeze  I said, "Her posse can be for the takin  They're jockin me hard for the records I'm makin"  ??? Park we were shootin some hoops  While the boys on the hill gettin high on a stoop  We was sittin around with the box cold boomin  The girlies in the place to be was assumin  The we'll bust a rap, but we was laid back  They felt self-pity, cause we didn't strap  Them, the same old everyday skeezers  Who ain't nothin to the Dee but dick-teasers  As Red Alert said my song was comin up next  This was another night in the B-r-o-n-x    Runnin low on dough, the trains we couldn't hop  East ?Tremont? Station crawlin with cops  So we took the walk to E.P.'s rest  Kid Scratch played a beat and I manifest  Some lyrics with my ace coon boon Kid Jazz  Tim Jones showed up with a pocket full of cash  We was drinkin O.E. when B-Ski lit a joint  Joe said, "Yo, let's drive down to ??? point"  We saw Keisha, whose pussy is loose  Sellin her body with that faggot Bruce  So we stepped off, on to White Castle  As I ate I watched this girl give a nigga big hassle  Back on the ave the brothers sellin dope  When the sister start yellin, "He snatched my rope!"  I gave a chase, slowed the pace  Stomped the sucker in his face  Damn, blood on my sneaker lace  So I headed to my crib, ??Lambert??  On my way I ran into my brother Kirk  He said Mick jetted off in a five point o  But he did not know where Mick had to go  He said Bambaataa was with them, and Ikey C  And then I got a call from Easy A.D.  Now I'm cruisin the town in my Audi  Cops pull me over cause they say I'm rowdy  Searchin me down, do you know what they found?  A real rap trooper from the Boogie Down  That travels the airwaves to everybody burrough  Donald-D, y'all, is a devastating, thorough  Bred makin bread puttin heads to bed  I'm Nikin, you're bikin in played out Pro-Keds  Instead the feds are playin me close  Cause I'm the Syndicate Sniper that they want the most    Word up, man  ??Lambert?? Projects rockin on  Bronx River Projects  Parkchester  174th Street  ??? Avenue, ??? Avenue  Donald-D says peace, y'all