Bronx War Stories Lyrics - Wu-tang Killa Bees The Swarm Vol 1 - Wu-tang Clan

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 

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[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 

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[Chorus] 

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]