[Lord Tariq]
Yea, yea, one more time
Seventies sh**, got the lean
sh** 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 sh**, 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 s**ist
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 n***a to try
I'm bubblin mine
If we don't get him now then we will in due time
I bust enough shots to k** him two times, I do crimes
I get caught then my mind's defined in 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 b**h, my money or my music
Makin k**as say he's too sick when he do sh**
But I'm on some new sh**, and it's too late the fuse lit
I treat my nine like a new b**h
And the sh** do kick, word
[Hook: 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 n***a actin irrational
f**in 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 sh** 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, n***as is fake to the core
My state pen friends'll leave you broke and naked up north
Bet it all on the Terror Squad click from Forrest
Real Bronx n***as that's heartless that spark sh**
Regardless, n***as shouldn't have tried that sh**
That's why mothaf**as gotta die like this
[Hook: Fat Joe]
I'm 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
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 n***a, it's on n***a
Run n***a, Joe n***a, Pun n***a, Lord n***a
Gunz motherf**ers 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 b**hes 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 n***a with hits and sh**
Chips and sh**, run around here switchin sh**
Tellin people don't play that, you gotta play this
Tellin crew you ain't sayin that, you gotta say this
You can't wear that, you gotta wear this
Well hear this, I'll go in yo chest and leave you earless, fearless
The only thing between us if you stop my cream
Is a Glock nineteen, and I'mma pop like steam
Tryin to stop me and mine from eatin you need a doctor
With a hundred gauze pads n***a to stop you from leakin
And a prayer from the deacon as you weaken
And words from the Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldn't have been reachin
There's only one Gunz, from what it's worth
That's me, that's it, buryin sh**, right in the earth
[Hook: Peter Gunz]
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man
On the West side of town with a gun in my hand
174th, Vyse Ave, Bryant, Longfellow, Ho Ave
Crotona Park, Boston Road, Prospect
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man
On the West side of town with a gun in my hand
Lambert, Tremont, Concourse, Jerome Ave
3rd Ave, Ogden, Webster, Simpson
[Big Punisher]
Yo we the Bronx avengers, partners in these peelan adventures
We the monster n***as in your dreams
That be stompin ya senseless, so be consciencious
If you march against us I'mma call my gentas
And you nondescripters gonna have to face the consequences
We large percentage and you small change
Hittin n***as long range
Chrome gauge leavin n***as John Blaze
Crime pays if you nice with yours
The Bronx is where you fight for yours
Ice your cross, slice cigars, light cigars
All day, wildin, freestylin in the hallways
Broadway ain't got more drama than Watson off of Colgate
This ain't the old days shorties is bustin, ain't no f**in jokin
Some n***a called me a German, I had to bust him open
My brothers holdin me down with heavy artillery
Chevys and Willys' be chilin in front of every facility
Joeys from Trinity so he reps 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 n***a test your throne
I'm blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home
I don't aim for the chest b**h, strictly necks and domes
[Hook: Big Punisher]
I'm 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
I'm 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