Текст песни Diamond Shell - Church Bell Toll
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[Diamond Shell]I`m a rock `em sock `em trooper, a tough one they call ShellI walk the streets of New York like I`m walkin through hellWell, I`m on my block just to see what`s up yoI`m never alone my posse`s with me thoughThree blocks from the crib it was some actionIt was a featured attraction, all the brothers was packed inMusic was loud, and of course it was hip-hop somy boys said, this place is the next stopWe went inside and all the fellas was hawkinAll the girls was talkin, cause Shell just walked inMy boys broke up, cause no need for no violencecause in this instance, peace is the preferenceI asked a young lady to dance with a slight grinHer body was def, pretty face to light skinShe said yes, so we stepped to the dancefloorI hope there`s a chance for exotic romance orsomethin quite the same like a one night standBut once I asked her yo, up came her man sohe tapped me on the shoulder and I turned real slowlyThinkin the whole time, this brother don`t know meI looked in his face, he was mad, but I didn`t fretHe wanted someone to wreck, but this one he couldn`t getUp with his hands, but what`d he do that forI hit him square in the jaw, and then he hit the floorI shoulda thought about what I was doin thenCause a bunch of his boys was schemin on doin me inHis boy to the door, they rolled in single fileMe and my crew yo we was doin it mob styleOnce outside, things got kind of hecticSome brothers surrounded us, it felt like a deathwishA brother stepped up, and tried to play coolwithin three feet of me that`s when I pulled my toolI told him step back, yo quicker than that blackHe tried to rush me so I dusted his cap backOthers was comin up, damn what a pityGun smokes and gun shots made it just like Dodge CityOne after another, suckers was droppinbut I kept on poppin cause they just wasn`t stoppinI finished with my clip, and reached for the next oneFinished with that one and then got the next oneThe noise of gunshots faded from the areaThere was no hysteria, that made it scarierThe only sound, was the voice of silenceand all the sights, were results of violenceAnd after the gunsmoke cleared from the sceneI gave a body count - the number was nineteenThere was no survivors, the less remorseWe counted our own heads, the posse`s in full forceReady to roll so we stepped like a staircaseOne more look back just for my own sakeThe sight ain`t a pretty one, results of a rumbleBut yo, that`s how it goes in the jungleSo tonight around midnight when you`re out for a strollListen real careful for that church bell toll.. {*echoes*}