[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.)
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