Intro: Lord Tariq
Yea, yea, One more time
Seventies shit, got the lean
Shit is leanin, its to the left
Its just leanin, dribblin
Like he gave it a bag of dugy
Or a bag of that Tango and Cash
Its just leanin and shit, seventies (The Lord Tariq)
Verse 1: Lord Tariq
Ayo 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 B-B-Ss
Trouble minds and troubled times
Stacks, Im tryin to double mine
Im in a six wit double dimes and a couple a nines
Me and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times
And we searchin for this nigga to try
Im bubblin mine
If we dont 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 minds defindin my sons rhymes
Cause my thoughts stay runnin like thugs from one-time
I been through it under the influence
Bustin off Im runnin into it
See me say he didnt do it
Put the nine to his mind and blew it
Cause some times I lose it give me a gun and Ill abuse it
Puffin with my family, my bitch, my money or my music
Makin killas say hes to sick when he do shit
But Im on some new shit
And its too late the fuse lit
I treat my nine like a new bitch
And the shit do kick, word
Chorus: Lord Tariq
Im 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
Im 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, Randoo
Omestead, Bointain, Colgate, Watson
Verse 2: Fat Joe
Play rap loud, politicin business
Wit the crack crowd, fact file, funny how I never seen a rat smile
My last trials one of the reasons why I rap now
But still could blaow any nigga actin irrat now
Fuckin with mes worse than duckin police
After puffin some trees Ill 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 Squadll 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 cant catch me then they make up a law
Cant take it no more, niggas is fake to the core
My state pen friendsll leave you broken negative nore
Bet it all on the Terror Squad click from Forrest
Real Bronx niggas thats heartless that spark shit
Regardless, niggas shouldnt have tried that shit
Thats why mothafuckas gotta die like this
Chorus: Fat Joe
Im on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man
On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand
Forrest, Melrose, McKinley, the Boulevard, Washington
Madison, Broadland
Im on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man
On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand
Brook Ave., Cryprus, Hunts Point, Saint John, Little Vil.
Trinity, Creston, Walton
Verse 3: Peter Gunz
I had a dream that a team had a scheme keepin the beam
On my head like a infrarred hes dead, but I redeem
Now Im back nigga, its on nigga
Run nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga
Gunz mothafuckas aint really knowin Im really goin
And feelin Im 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 Im 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
Tellin people dont play that, you gotta play this
Tellin school you aint sayin that, you gotta say this
You cant wear that, you gotta wear this
Well hear this, Ill go in yo chest and leave you earless, fearless
The only thing between us if you stop my cream
Is a glock nineteen
And Ima pop like steam
Tryin to stop me and mine from eatin you need a doctor
With a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you from leakin
And a prayer from the deacon as you weaken
And words from the Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldnt have been reachin
Theres only one Gunz, from what its worth
Thats me, thats it, buryin shit, right in the earth
Chorus: Peter Gunz
Im on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man
On the West side of town with a gun in my hand
174th, Vice Ave., Briant, Long Fellow, Ho Ave.
Platona Park, Boston Road, Prospect
Im on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man
On the West side of town with a gun in my hand
Lambert, Schremont, Concourse, Jerome Ave.
3rd Ave., Hogdan, Webster, Simpson
Verse 4: Big Punisher
Yo we the Bronx avengers
Partners in these peelan adventures
We the monster niggas in your dreams that be stompin ya senseless
So be conscious of us, if you march against us
Im a call my gentas and you nondescripters gonna have to face the
consequences
We large placentas and you small change
Hittin niggas long range, wrong gauge
Leavin niggas John Blaze
Crime pays if you nice with yours
The Bronx is where you fight for yours
Ice across, slice cigars, light cigars
All day, wylin freestylin in the hallways
Broadway aint got more drama than Watson off a card game
This aint the old days shorties was bustin, aint no fuckin jokin
Some nigga called me a German, I had to bust him open
My brothers holdin me down with heavy artillery
Chevies and willies be chilin in front of every facility
Joey from Trinity so he raps Forrest
You could save the best for us
But you still better place your bets on us
The Bronx baby, where the best get blown
My restin zone, come on nigga test your throne
Im blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home
I dont aim for the chest bitch, strictly necks and domes
Chorus: Big Punisher
Im on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens
Runnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand
Pure energy, checkmate, Blue Thunder, Obsession
Pulp Fiction, Purple Rain, Punisher, South side
Im on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens
Runnin up in your spot with a mack in my hand
A-T-L, L-A, Chicago, Detroit, D-C, Carolinas, Boston, N-Y
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