Intro: Lord Tariq Yea, yea, One more time Seventies 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 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-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 a 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 defindin 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 bitch, my money or my music Makin killas say he’s to 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, 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 trial’s one of the reasons why I rap now But still could blaow any nigga actin irrat’ now 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 broken negative nore 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 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 Madison, Broadland
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
Verse 3: Peter Gunz I had a dream that a team had a scheme keepin the beam On my head like a infrarred he’s dead, but I redeem Now I’m back nigga, it’s on nigga Run nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga Gunz mothafuckas 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, Im 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 school 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’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, Vice Ave., Briant, Long Fellow, Ho Ave. Platona 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, 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 I’m 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 ain’t got more drama than Watson off a card game This ain’t the old days shorties was 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 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 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
