[Lord Tariq]
Yea, yea, one more time
Seventies shit, got the lean
Shit is leanin, it`s to the left
It`s just leanin, dribblin
Like he gave it a bag of dugy
Or a bag of that Tango and Cash
It`s just leanin and shit, seventies (The Lord Tariq)
Aiyyo I been through many places
Done many things
Seen the eyes of many faces
From New York to Texas
To the faces on Rolexes
Not a racist or sexist
And the best is the Lord, none the less is Gunz
Nothin less than a Lexus
Bubble eye with V-V-S`s
Trouble minds and troubled times
Stacks, I`m tryin to double mine
I`m in a six wit double dimes and a couple of nines
Me and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times
And we searchin for this nigga to try
I`m bubblin mine
If we don`t get him now then we will in due time
I bust enough shots to kill him two times, I do crimes
I get caught then my mind`s defendin my son`s rhymes
Cause my thoughts stay runnin like thugs from one-time
I been through it under the influence
Bustin off I`m runnin into it
See me say he didn`t do it
Put the nine to his mind and blew it
Cause some times I lose it give me a gun and I`ll abuse it
Puffin with my family, my bitch, my money or my music
Makin killas say he`s too sick when he do shit
But I`m on some new shit, and it`s too late the fuse lit
I treat my nine like a new bitch
And the shit do kick, word
[Chorus: Lord Tariq]
I`m on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man
On the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand
Soundview, Monroe, Castle Hill, Bronx Dale
Rose Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, Cozy
I`m on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man
On the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand
Commonwealth, Theriott, White Plains, Randall
Omestead, Bointain, Colgate, Watson
[Fat Joe]
Play rap loud, politickin business
Wit the crack crowd, fact file, funny how I never seen a rat smile
My last trial`s one of the reasons why I rap now
But still could blaow any nigga actin irate now
Fuckin with me`s worse than duckin police
After puffin some trees I`ll probably be abductin your niece
Murderin beats since the days of permanent crease
Been around the block seen grams converted to keys
Aah Cartagena, breaks hearts in Argentine
My misses slugs to love me, my wife act like Anita
Terror Squad`ll die for the cause even if it means blowin up things
And takin over City Hall
My shit is raw straight from the Panama shores
If the feds can`t catch me then they make up a law
Can’t take it no more, niggas is fake to the core
My state pen friends`ll leave you broken negative nore
Bet it all on the Terror Squad click from Forrest
Real Bronx niggas that`s heartless that spark shit
Regardless, niggas shouldn`t have tried that shit
That`s why mothafuckas gotta die like this
[Chorus: Fat Joe]
I`m on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man
On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand
Forest, Melrose, McKinley, the boulevard, Washington
Patterson, Courtland
I`m on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man
On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand
Brook Ave., Cryprus, Hunt`s Point, Saint John, Little Vil.
Trinity, Creston, Walton
[Peter Gunz]
I had a dream that a team had a scheme keepin the beam
On my head like a infrared he`s dead, but I redeem
Now I`m back nigga, it`s on nigga
Run nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga
Gunz motherfuckers ain`t really knowin I`m really goin
And feelin I`m showin that my main objective is Benz and Lexuses
Cop Rolexeses, get bigot in Texases
So fierce bitches they be callin me exorcist
Far from a devil, Im God I mean I`m Gunz
And I shine like sun, rhyme like none, find my gun
Got beef with this nigga with hits and shit
Chips and shit, run around here switchin shit
