Cross Bronx Expressway

[Intro: Lord Tariq] Yeah, yeah, one more time 70s 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) [Verse 1: 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 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 Fuckin' 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) [Verse 2: 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' irrational 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 broke and naked up north 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] 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 (Uh) I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz, my man On the South Side of town wit a brick in my hand Brook Ave. (Cypress), Hunts Point (Saint John) Little Vil (Trinity), Creston (Walton) [Verse 3: Peter Gunz] Yo, 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, I'm 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 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 air less, fearless The only thing between us if you stop my cream Is a Glock nineteen, and I'ma 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 shouldn't have been reachin' There's only one Gunz, from what it's worth That's me, that's it, buryin' shit, right in the earth [Chorus: 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, uh) [Verse 4: Big Pun] Yo, we the Bronx avengers, partners in these peelan adventures We the monster niggas in your dreams that be stompin' ya senseless So be consciencious, if you march against us, I'ma call my gentas And you nondescripters gonna have to face the consequences We large percentage and you small change hittin' niggas Long range, chrome gauge leavin' niggas 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 fuckin' jokin' Some nigga 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, nigga, test your throne I'm blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home I don't aim for the chest bitch, strictly necks and domes [Chorus: 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.)