Wu Tang Clan - Non-Album Songs Lyrics - 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