Bronx tale

tell it like it is,its a bronx tale, another drink and lonely gansta in a motel,well im not all alone,outside the door passed out up againgst the wall is Frank, as i sit at the table,a sock full of rocks, and a 45 tucked in my belt, and a rollies worth of wealth, smoking cigs like there good for my health, all day long i been dodging and ditching the blocks, short stopping and missing the cop's, so i thought it was time to relax, took a second and weighed in like weigh station my remaining packs of the flax, all looked good according to ceasers tax, maybe tomorrow a couple deer racks, i pass out and wake up in cold sweats at 3 in the morning, hungry and a little bit horny, by the door, it was kicked in, and whoever it was yelles to me to lay down on floor, but fuck all that i started busting rounds and they started bussing back, i cought one in the foot and two in the neck, and as i layed on the floor seizing, i come to bleed to death, and the looters robbed the rest, and then just left, another bronx tale+2+2+2 another day in hell, a gangsta destined to fell a wise guy and a Goodfella, another bronx tale+2+2+2