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New York to the Harp, we got love for all Beschriftung Bergisch Gladbach Lie and die in the fire, where I learned to ball Uptown is the place where I lay my dome On the streets of the Bronx where my family roam Oh, damn it, we home Peter got a nine millimeter Playa hata's can feel the flame from my heater I never really liked to play a fool like that But I love to succeed and see foes fall flat Splat, like Deja Vu And I got another clip that will daze ya crew I sip Chrystal, Dom P., Mo' with pistol Just cuz I'm pissy it don't mean you should misdoubt Keep 'em in the fifties and hundreds, all arranged Anything less than that, you keep the change Not filthy rich, but bitch I'm barely broke Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope Friends call me Gunz, sons call me trife Cuz I'm quick to slide off and slip this dick up in your wife And that's life, you should learn how to treat her I guarantee Peter knows how to eat her and mira Niggas in the Bronx call me Lex cuz I push a Lex And I rock a Rolex, and I lounge on Lex And I love sex And I wave tecs on sets that be tryin' to flex Like decks, nigga, God rest your soul But when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, ho 1 - New York niggas got crazy game But outta town niggas is all the same Brooklyn niggas get crazy loot That's cuz when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot Harlem niggas know how to play Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay Niggas outta Queens got shit on lock Strapped wit the glock, run it up in your spot 2 - But if it wasn't for the Bronx This rap shit probably never would be going on So tell me where you from? Uptown baby, uptown baby We gets down baby, up for the crown baby Now if it wasn't for the Bronx This rap shit probably never would be going on So tell me where you from? Uptown baby, uptown baby We gets down baby, up for the crown baby Yo, the RM80 is parked in the lot Right next to the Mercedes Keep the heat cocked For these blocks that are shaddy You're crazy if you walk around thinking shit is gravey Stop me, and maybe, I'm living life lawless Makin' big investments on them 8-class flawless And hoes call us I'm comfortable like Ricaro Two quarters of my life walkin' roads tight and narrow Deep thoughts which I abide by I puff and hide, got my mind's eye Point sharper than an arrow, gettin' high Keep your eye on a sparrow Riches like the pharoh Bought a new five wit the snitches for these hoes Trunk full of ammo Keep my toast closer than most niggas keep they own shadow And I strap for my foes like a saddle I rock stones, other niggas rock gravel Talk shit? Whatever have you, I'm from Soundview Bronx most wanted, front get confronted Playa, we rollin' deep in the one point five hundreds Like big guy, red eyed, mad blunt it You step outside and get blooded Have yo' whole block flooded Wit the Bronx it's a warning, stormin' Gunz out from dusk till dawn And it's on, no doubt Keep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roaming about And put a eye on yo' lip nigga, watch yo' mouth I'm from the Bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house Cuz you's a small-time nigga 'Bout a half an ounce now Repeat 1 Repeat 2 Uh, Peter Gunz like what Uh, The Lord Tariq is like what Uh, Soundview like what Uh, One seventy-fourth like what Uh, Monty Boss like what Uh, The Gun Runners like what Uh, and KNS like what Uh, and Uptown like what Shao-lin, play, play on Strong Isle, play play on and a Mt. Vern, play play on And Yonkers, play play on and a Puttin' it down for N.Y. ya know what I mean N.Y. and world wide
