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