C-Rayz Walz - The BX lyrics

[Intro: Sample Quote from [?]] [?] Why don't I trust my partner, Ray? [?] Why? In this business, you can never trust anybody. Everybody in this business is a criminal. How are you gonna trust someone? [Verse 1: C-Rayz Walz] Yo, y'all ain't ready for combat. Where's The Bronx at? Right next to Brooklyn and Manhattan—check the train map f** a setback. I waited my life to rep that What y'all first spit, son? The abyss where I'm from People k** for money—the streets is running red Thinking you can stop a dummy makes you a tissue head Blocks just long enough to make cops lose a Rockport My brain in a lobby, thinking heavily of brick rock porch Ricochets bomb battles with bullets and pop tops off Cork New York from Newports to new thoughts Go back in time like book bag chimes And see my dominant dialogue on the D line And you won't see Shyne this year like Puffy So you come through my Camp Product Roughly Surrounded by Porto Rocs and plotting jabs Guns start co*king back—you could get runs in your stocking caps Still rocking crack since ‘83 The Boogie—ooh—yes, y'all, (Ooh ooh) in the place to be Off the bridge, the home of The Pinstripe To house my pen strikes, the first spot to bend mics A Cedar Park night will begin like, “One, two” To leave your skin tight—chumps couldn't come through Nothing personal. Just The BX dress rehearsal 25 to life is like curfew To keep it right in hindsight, it's about flows But that BX bullsh**, we on it like Gauchos [Hook: Samples with Scratches] “In the Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout” - Nas's “Halftime” “And you say, ‘New York'” - C-Rayz Walz “In the Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout” - Nas's “Halftime” “And you say, ‘New York'” - C-Rayz Walz “In the Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout” - Nas's “Halftime” “The BX, The BX, The BX” - C-Rayz Walz “In the Boogie Down” - Nas's “Halftime” “The BX, The BX” - C-Rayz Walz “In the Boogie Down” - Nas's “Halftime” “The BX, The BX” - C-Rayz Walz [Verse 2: C-Rayz Walz] I figure that getting beat up for yelling, “River rat” Wouldn't happen if you was living in the area, black Too many touch mics, repping The Bronx like, “Sike!” Street life's hype—you could get sniped for nice stripes Nothing to it. They'll just do it. No remorse The foolish run wild like fluid through the living corpse If you lost hard rocks of salt, the herbs would murder you Push your top back like brain rack convertibles We pop shotties, sip Scotch at block parties BDP or not, feel La Rock like Scott, see? B-boys dance at the jux at 2:40 A twenty sack with two dime shorties (Yeah) I rhyme naughty—by nature, I'm treacherous The hectic sh** is I'll make you feel it by sketching it Little kids hustle and scuffle like scarred veterans Rob you off the muscle for your car Edison Hand sk**s sick—some needed palm medicine [Evil laughs who ate a wall left?] no evidence Never sleep on the power of a question Or the force of the answer when you ask me where I'm repping You don't get the point? My Puerto Ricans will start stabbing you Close to tracks like rats on Park Avenue Skullies, du-rags, [?], fatigues You know the steez—give me those or taste some of these I'm Cariño Reyes—the whole hood love me Plus I'm God—I don't like ugly. What, B? [Hook: Samples with Scratches] “In the Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout” - Nas's “Halftime” “And you say, ‘New York'” - C-Rayz Walz “In the Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout” - Nas's “Halftime” “And you say, ‘New York'” - C-Rayz Walz “In the Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout” - Nas's “Halftime” “The BX, The BX, The BX” - C-Rayz Walz “In the Boogie Down” - Nas's “Halftime” “The BX, The BX” - C-Rayz Walz “In the Boogie Down” - Nas's “Halftime” “The BX, The BX” - C-Rayz Walz [Verse 3: C-Rayz Walz] Once in a blue like the carnival. The d**h rates alarming who? Rest in peace to the most honorable Doug Ice, Dollar Bill Phil, True too and [?] BO, Big Pun. Come on, too many friends My spirit lifts like Jessica Smith as I sit In a cloud, taking a piss on this stupid sh** My flashbacks will cripple y'all like dangerous car accidents Amongst Wiffle ball practicing I'm Larry Davis released out the beast, on the streets Armed with the pen and too much sheets of loose leaf Beef what? Creep up, you'll catch the right hook And get beat up. And have teeth lunch Police rush the floor with a petrol force The smart thugs ran quick like Metro North Riverdale, Kingsbridge, Fordham Road, Tremont Morrisania mind haven by the weed spot The hub where everybody use or sell d** Mix or dub, life or d**h, icepicks or slugs It seems so small. Now that I'm old, I prove I'm too big to do laps in Crotona Pool And a school like ‘58 was dope like ‘85 Years before baby Islams had the baby 9s So I rep this like Dave Winfield ‘til my skin peels ‘Cause I'm an ash pump or a plump maggot meal From the Boys' Club to the [Brooklyn?], yo I'm from The Bronx. Don't stare, but keep looking, yo [Hook: Samples with Scratches] “In the Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout” - Nas's “Halftime” “And you say, ‘New York'” - C-Rayz Walz “In the Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout” - Nas's “Halftime” “And you say, ‘New York'” - C-Rayz Walz “In the Boogie Down, enough props, enough clout” - Nas's “Halftime” “The BX, The BX, The BX” - C-Rayz Walz “In the Boogie Down” - Nas's “Halftime” “The BX, The BX” - C-Rayz Walz “In the Boogie Down” - Nas's “Halftime” “The BX, The BX” - C-Rayz Walz