Intro: Lord Tariq

Yea, yea, One more time

Seventies shit, got the lean

Shit is leanin, its to the left

Its just leanin, dribblin

Like he gave it a bag of dugy

Or a bag of that Tango and Cash

Its 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-Ss

Trouble minds and troubled times

Stacks, Im tryin to double mine

Im 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

Im bubblin mine

If we dont 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 minds defindin my sons rhymes

Cause my thoughts stay runnin like thugs from one-time

I been through it under the influence

Bustin off Im runnin into it

See me say he didnt do it

Put the nine to his mind and blew it

Cause some times I lose it give me a gun and Ill abuse it

Puffin with my family, my bitch, my money or my music

Makin killas say hes to sick when he do shit

But Im on some new shit

And its too late the fuse lit

I treat my nine like a new bitch

And the shit do kick, word



Chorus: Lord Tariq

Im 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



Im 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 trials one of the reasons why I rap now

But still could blaow any nigga actin irrat now

Fuckin with mes worse than duckin police

After puffin some trees Ill 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 Squadll 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 cant catch me then they make up a law

Cant take it no more, niggas is fake to the core

My state pen friendsll leave you broken negative nore

Bet it all on the Terror Squad click from Forrest

Real Bronx niggas thats heartless that spark shit

Regardless, niggas shouldnt have tried that shit

Thats why mothafuckas gotta die like this



Chorus: Fat Joe

Im 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



Im on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man

On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand

Brook Ave., Cryprus, Hunts 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 hes dead, but I redeem

Now Im back nigga, its on nigga

Run nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga

Gunz mothafuckas aint really knowin Im really goin

And feelin Im 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 Im 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 dont play that, you gotta play this

Tellin school you aint sayin that, you gotta say this

You cant wear that, you gotta wear this

Well hear this, Ill go in yo chest and leave you earless, fearless

The only thing between us if you stop my cream

Is a glock nineteen

And Ima 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 shouldnt have been reachin

Theres only one Gunz, from what its worth

Thats me, thats it, buryin shit, right in the earth



Chorus: Peter Gunz

Im 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



Im 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

Im 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 aint got more drama than Watson off a card game

This aint the old days shorties was bustin, aint 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

Im blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home

I dont aim for the chest bitch, strictly necks and domes



Chorus: Big Punisher

Im 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



Im 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