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Verse 1: Peter Gunz It took a long time sittin in your one and only niggas said they comin in a month or so but they run though how they really want it want all the rain and thunder shit niggaz talkin this hocus pocus focus on the lyrical lyrical content from the Bronx to Compton say enormous hit the CD stay sober listen tell we smoke a blunt listen get sound give it to you give it to you dont be alarmed, sound affects normal and I'm a MD not a MC, step a head said of that shit in your walk in you singin I give you somethin to bounce to and think about that the same crew, with the same lou on the same rhyme, step on education at the same time play mine, it'll bite you like a K-9, obey mine like Sprite nigga, get it right nigga, with the right nigga tight for the calm shit, it be bomb shit, every day, all day, his way, ya'll way see you in the hallway, the floor way, 4-4 way did you call before me, now give me verse 2: Lord Tariq Yo L-o-r-d you gunz done block scared me you all be smokin Bob Marley soft nigga Harvey, stress me wanna step in me test me strap you best a be cuz I'm a blessy under estimate he, who take the cake and weed lord & gunz, see the 44 then run cuz there more to come, blastin all you niggaz, quick fast, I'm harassin laught at you nigga, bust a cap in all you fake rap actor wanna be, thug bus wanna see, slug nigga what I'm from Soundview I'll pound you down to the ground to the earth shake earth quake and the best is the first to make platinum whats happenin, soft he or nothin sweet here, no slappin the name is ever lastin, I'm romindom fastin with the passion I'm askin give me mine, I get the 9. see me on the streets got beef, wanna get me fined "REIGN" fades out |
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Intro: Peter Gunz Feel it, feel it Coma ona, come on DA, DA, DA Where ya at(where ya at) yo Verse 1: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq I'm too hot to handle, too cold to freeze Rice the illest shit & don't smoke no trees Niggas won't test, but they turn around & freeze Might get mic cancer the way I smoke m.c.s Nigga we did it all from flippin burgs to manipulating words Gettin less than four Os on a check is absurd I got the five it's feasible, but the six is preferred So when I step, you better have my shit corrrect, ya heard I'm in the ruber in the sand, gettin a tan playin frisbee With this quarter piece, sippin on coladas gettin dizzy On the celly with my broker buyin shares of stock Cause when it stops, I'ma still be sittin in drops And I'm in a benz, comin through, doin two, pumpin lilo Bought the cut jewels from Tif, cause the feds are watchin Tito Stepped up from an eigth, to a half, to a kilo To makin mils, off this label deal, that's for real yo Chorus: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq PG: We will ball LT: Until my lady shoppin at Sach's and got the minx on they back, I tell ya PG: We won't fall LT: Until my players on the block doin it and gettin money in stacks, I tell ya PG: We will ball LT: Ladies with the pedicures manicures & they hair done up, I tell ya PG: We won't fall LT: And players ride around in V's pumpin our cd's, just turn it up. Verse 2: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq I didn't ball with the best of them Fuck the rest of them Chickenheads don't mess with them Dimes ain't even stressin em It's all about franc & pounds & dinero The same shit that helped me get my six-zero-zero Nigga we ball, we take it all never dealin we fresh Talk jewels like I had my tongue dipped in platinum Tanqueray get me wet, I'm drippin in activator Drop the top on the porsche, hit the clutch see you later Well I tried to tell my P-O, screamed on the C-O Before I turn 3-O, I'll be C-E-O Young black millionaire, why you still in there Checkin asses, harass just some herb with the bashes If gettin money's a crime, well then I'm guilty as charged Filthy rich, Lord built to be large I'll have the city sick Pullin that silver shit out the garage Under the sun with yo chick gettin a massage Chorus Verse 3: ?, Peter Gunz, & Lord Tariq Well these bitches tryin to sleep on me Wop You shouldn't sign these niggas down they suckin d Drop And now they wanna sweat cause we double p Stop Got the nerve to call my office for a free cd Cop Man they said we couldn't do it but we it's done And they said we wouldn't win but we won They said it would be better if we run (together) But we ran to the top of the charts Platinum plaques when this rap shit was fallin apart Well she mention little Gunz, Tariq Staring good, take a taste, fix yo face bitch, ain't nothin sweet We just tryin to eat, the Bronx applyin the heat You estimate a hundred thou, we sold 5 in a week Chorus Outro: Peter Gunz We will ball We won't fall We will ball We won't fall We will ball We won't fall |
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I walk holdin my balls, About an inch from the wall, Keep hips hypnotized as if My name was biggie smalls, Your girls are docced dip in, Nigga keep a headlock, Trust Gunz with your wife? Motherfucker bet not, Sleep on Peter G, Peas don't eevr doubt it, |
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Lord Tariq: Now whatchu wanna do type of niggas Peter Gunz: They don't know now they'll never know that's how I feel Verse 1:Lord Tariq And on the seventh day the Lord made money On the sixth day I busted my gun 500 000 is not half of one Caught the keys akisane for 63 hundred on sale I ordere for Bronx niggas If you want it I'll head up with the connect just the game of respect With the game that I schock, througout the plains of the U.S Makin clean to this, which is the killer get killed So why carry if you need a gaselle for real Peter Gunz: Yo, when I caught my gun charge, your felony Niggas ve tellin me, Gunz instead of totin guns It's all about guns, instead of bustin guns Nigga get funds and let these niggas know you be the one So I'm in ?Rhaki's Isle and Kawasaki? Wrote letters for clans, you never got at me You heard the block on your phone so I never call But I know one day I'll be home to dog And watch you niggas fall Lord Tariq: Aiyyo Gunz, move in silence I push that the street On blocks to Black streets where the murders was meet And stash money keeps a nigga standing on his feet And best believe that we play for ?kiki-meat? The Lord Tariq & PG nigga ain't nothin happenin So I beeen to the weese, my cars matching the platinum You think that you's a star, can't happen Can put down the mics, pull up the girls to get the clappin what Chorus: Peter Gunz You got one life to live, one gun to bust One nigga to save, one nigga to rush It's all about sex, money, life or death You gotta make a choice is it right or left Lord Tariq: You got one life to live, one gun to bust One nigga to save, one nigga to rush It's all about sex, money, life or death You gotta make a choice is it right or left Verse 2: Peter Gunz All my 74 put down a real meeting Busting the motherfucking gun out In case a nigga run up, keep a nigga done up Dark the sun up, be ready to flee Yo Lord, tell em where you be Lord Tariq: Catch me in the Bronx on cosy, surrounded by thug niggas No love niggas, givin nigga rob, nigga what nigga Feel a nigga out first avoiding bug niggas Breaking brand was a big name drug-nigga Tell me is it in my blood, nigga what? Deal goin down the park, don't wanna cut, get cut the fuck up You niggas lust to bust guns, the way a nigga bust none Nigga trust none, my bust guns will trust funds So if you ever need a niggabeep me 911 And watch how quick nigga come to leave another num I'm from Soundview projects where all my niggas from And uptown just respect to call another nigga dumb Peter Gunz: Some say I'm sain, some say I'm off Label me Roc-a-feller cause I'm hot like stars I wanna test arousa but I settle for a paw Shit, you ask me why, let that motherfucker go Green back, it's time to lean back and set the roll And if so, your money from this music should I throw Your rap-shit is platinum, but that other shit is gold When I see my money-wise, that other shit gotta go Chrous Verse 3:Lord Tariq Yo Gunz, I know there's a lot of niggas scheamin now Cause they heard that we got it (Peter Gunz) I got another clique for niggas lookin at my pockets Consider your life equivalent to the shit on my wrist (Lord Tariq) And while we squeezin you can think about this (Peter Gunz) Nigga, six shots to the chest (Lord Tariq) The other 10 to the head So even if you got your best, you face the color of dead (Peter Gunz) These Bronx niggas wanna bread if you creep you can get it But keep an eye on your walk, you gots ta take these bullets with it (Lord Tariq) Like blaouw! Y'all niggas know the deal now, I'm foul I do a killing with a smouw (Peter Gunz) Now how the fuck you're gonna rumble with the biggest niggas With the biggest triggers and Cali-figures That's steady blasting on you bitch niggas (Lord Tariq) It be the Bronx nigga borough of kidnappers and rappers So wanna guard you getting break bradles and cradles (Peter Gunz) It's like plain and simple, the kings of the temple Be the 1st one to bust you like a pimple motherfucker Chorus |
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Party all night fiesta forever Getting cheddar whatever together whatever Verse 1: Lord Tariq One dres on the six I resurrect the willie hottest (dick) I'm rich plotter on your daughter I'm magician cause I trick And your man wanna flip cause I'm poppin that (shit) Takin the shop (bitch) yo honey hoppin the whip (Shit's) real I won't hit it niggas droppin will split Spend the money, matter fact, I've seen these crouch it can get Take the keys to the reigns, black 4.6, cause all the (bitches) want this PDS on your fist, platinum on your neck, show part on your wrist Take it, no I insist, we can (fuck) in the morning And shop through the day Tonight Max was performing so we can go play Huh, jealousy and envy lurch through the party When the women see the up (dick) it's luster for your body Considered drug-dealers because we spark rollies and His and hers chillers, I'm a lover not a killer So let's just Chorus (2x) Verse 2: Lord Tariq Aiyyo Gunz, I met this freaky (bitch) about a week ago In New York, by the beacon yo, lookin like a sneaky hoe Even though she had a few friends, about 3 or 4 Standing by the sneaker-store, and said that she seen me before But I don't believe it yo, she must have seen the ice-shinin Beneath the sleeve-roll, she like the way the diamonds go Never mind (bitch), I'm about to blow, I gotta swerve And she had the on fast to commin ass, she can go Without a question yo, backseat the hard one Parked around the corner, laid pipe like a plummer Ran through her all summer, from tha morning to tha night And I even trick a little, kepting shorty tight For the Chorus (2x) Will Tracks: Just do it, don't stop now Make it hurt you, just a little bit Not too much, it's workin Getting money all right now (2x) Verse 3: Lord Tariq A lot of women wanna be with me Cause I sport linen, and I hang around with Peter G And they see me grinnin, rim spinnin on the silver-3 Step to me and ask (Lord Tariq are you feelin me) Come on (bitch), dealin me, I'm boss playa MVP Getting cash frequently, easy ass, 1-2-3 Doin at the leather-seat You wanna be (fucked), me I'm kinda horny luckily Back in the club we get it on, it's the thug in me Let's Chorus (2x |
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Blackstreet: Peter Gunz (Gunz), Lord Tariq (Riq), Blackstreet (street), in the house, its a mix (mix), ugh (ugh), yea ugh (ugh), the Gunz (Gunz) It seems like everywhere I go, Haters wanna try and stop my flow, Sayin, |
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Peter Gunz: So what? up shorty you tell me how you want it tonight Woman: Just want you to eat it Peter Gunz: That? it no sex, no nothin Woman: No, I love the way you eat it Peter Gunz: Aight (Lickin, suckin, and moanin sounds) Woman: Shit Peter Gunz: Right there Woman: Uh-huh Man: Meanwhile in the Soundview section of the Bronx (Fuckin sounds) Woman |
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Verse 1: Lord Tariq What, Yo-yo-yo-yo I'm broken down from keys to oz's to grams And being sold in city blocks moving hand to hand Who am I? You can find me on a corner of your block And I'm boning powder-forming transform into a rock Who am I? I suck the life out of a nigga put your dick in the sand I'm transported through borders for grams So who am I? Small and white like shining so bright Might take your son's life in the middle of the night Who am I? Chopped down a hundred packs for hundred stacks And I'm sold through a hole through the wall I'm controlling you all So who am I? My pipe game is wicked And an hour get you by and it can be kinda fitted Who am I? I might last for five minutes, but that's all right Because that 25 Mitch will get you high all night So who am I? I'm born to kill blacks And I'm made in the U.S. I'm known as crack Chorus 1: Lord Tariq So who am I? Very small, and I stashed in walls (who am I?) I get you high and I'm smoked in halls (who am I?) You must come if hear me call So who am I? I'm kinda wild, I do a killing with a smile (who am I?) I move in file when you hear me go "Blau!" (who am I?) I'm Teflon so how you like me now? So who am I? Verse 2: Peter Gunz Yo, I travel at the speed of light and it ain't right And I quick to run up and take your life in the night I hang with cops and thugs and they call me slugs Just like Christmas I light shit up I got cousins and clips That hang around Bloods and Crips Mostly found around your drugs and whips Find me in a artery Somewhere in your body While your lying there leaking looking at Lord saying "soddy" I was shot at the best (fly) Hit many vests But 9 out of 10 I pierce through many chests Colorblind, hell if I'm not like fuck it Kids and ladies and even babies kick the bucket S'more like a rich bitch in the store shopping Seven I pop, there'll be a lotta niggas dropping Majority, minority die when I fuck But I mean I'm just a bullet and I don't give a fuck Chorus 2: Lord Tariq I'm kinda wild, I do a killing with a smile (who am I?) I move in file when you hear me go "Blau!" (who am I?) I'm Teflon so how you like me now? Who am I? Unseen and I'm quick to do a killing (who am I?) I move fast and I laugh at penicillin (who am I?) The type of nigga that'd make ya die So who am I? Verse 3: Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz You can find me in your body if you don't use protection It's fifty cent all your fucking life learn a lesson I'm small but deadly, break a nigga down I know you heard my name cause nigga I get around Now I pray on the ones who lust for sex and drugs Shooting out dicks and needles polluting your blood When I see you, and I see you Corrupt and I'm up and who you fucking, who she fucking... Yo I'm the biggest nigga on your block And I kill more niggas than your glock Like or not I'm outta control Pull your body outta your soul Than I laugh as I watch your family watch you fold Now you can catch me but can't kill me Try to scare but you can't feel me Mothafuckers just don't hear me In the year 2010 Probably be the end I just spread around the world and I do it again Chorus 3: Lord Tariq Unseen and I'm quick to do a killing (who am I?) I move fast and I laugh at penicillin (who am I?) The type of nigga that'd make ya die So who am I? What, what Hahahaha |
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[Peter Gunz]
New York to the heart but got love for all 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 fa mi ly roam Hoe damn it we home Peter got a nine millimeter Playa haters 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'll daze y'all crew I sip Cristal, Dom P, Mo' with pist-al Just cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should misdoubt Keep em near da 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 Cause I'm quick to slide off and slide 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 beat her, niggaz in the Bronx call me Lex cause I push a Lex, and I rock a Rolex and I lounge on Lex', and I love sex And I wave techs on sets that be tryin to flex Like Dex, nigga God rest your soul But when you're playin cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, ho Chorus: Peter Gunz, Lord Tariq (two parts) [Peter Gunz] New York niggaz got crazy game But outta town niggaz is all the same Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot Harlem niggaz know how to play Mack the 600, gettin crazy pay Niggaz outta Queens got shit on lock Strapped with the glock, runnin up in yo' spot [Lord Tariq] But if it wasn't for the Bronx this rap shit probably never would be going on so tell me where you from? PG: Uptown baby, uptown baby PG: We gets down baby, up for the crown baby (repeat 2X) [Lord Tariq] Yo, the RM-80, is parked in the lot Right next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around thinking shit's gravy; stop me? Maybe I'm livin life lawless, makin big investments on them 8-class flawless, and hoes call us I'm comfortable like Ri-carro, two quarters of my life walkin roads type narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by Puffin high, got my mind's eye, points sharper than an arrow gettin high, keep your eye on the sparrow Riches like the pharoahe, bought a new five with the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow and I strap for my foes like a saddle I rock stones, other niggaz 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 I., red eyed, mad blunted You step outside and get blooded have your whole block flooded With the Bronx it's a warnin, stormin guns out From, Dusk Til Dawn and it's on, no doubt Keep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roamin 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 cause youse a small-time nigga, bout a half an ounce now Chorus Outro: Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz Uh, Peter Gunz like what Uh, The Lord Tariq is like what Uh, Soundview like what Uh, one-seventy-fourth like what Uh, Money 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 ------------- Lyrics Powered by LyricFind Written By DONALD FAGEN,WALTER BECKER <i>Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group</i> |
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Verse 1: Peter Gunz Uh come on come on come on Uh and I see you This is it In '97 I made plans to see mo' money In '98 I blasted out in the phat 420 When I hit the block kids stop look and stare Girls they point "Yo that's that nigga over there" I get a lotta love lotta hate Yes that's the bet you make when you see a lotta cake Now they calling me fake Shit back they was calling me love Now they're scratching up my car and calling me blood See it be the ones you know scheming on the low Saying you're dope but steady sizing up your Rol' I drift, to the past where there's no riches No hits and no chips and no bitches Just another cat named Peter Trying to make a dollar off a nine millimetre Now life a little sweeter I'm in the dealer Coppin' a drop On the beach in Hawaii with Mariah, wop! Laying up in Wakiki, MTV, figures why these niggas wanna envy me Maybe cuz this young lady wanna sin for me Because I ball you got it in me? But Ima Chorus: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq (keep on) Ballin' 'til the day I die Keep climbing 'til I reach the sky, Ima (keep on) Getting money cause it's meant for I I deserve yo I went for mine Ima (keep on) And even though you hope I fail I turn around and hope you prevail (keep on) And to my sisters in the struggle alone And to my brothers that's locked in jail just (keep on) Verse 2: Lord Tariq Yo in the early days of the Lord everything was shey-shey Everyday was pay day Selling nickels and dimes Getting mine in mind state from 86 to 88 I still hear the razor scrape on the plate A high school drop out Caught a case mom expects me to cop out 6-G lawyer fee the case dropped like a knockout The Bronx was the shit but we all hung in Harlem Where gettin money's easy spending it was the problem And I cop 16 valves foot is on the pedal Telling bitches this your last chance to get out the ghetto For less I wouldn't settle Think big you get big Came across the wrong niggas almost split my wig Some say I bitched up because I switched up and started rapping But I'm turning gold crack sales to drugs raps platinum See these streets through my eyes and you can feel 'em though my words I swore to god that I'm gon' be heard And Ima Chorus Bridge: Peter Gunz You gotta (keep on) just (keep on) You gotta (keep on) just (keep on) You gotta (keep on) just (keep on) You gotta (keep on) To all my people on the East (keep on) And all my people on the West (keep on) And all my people in the North (keep on) And all my people in the South (keep on) You gotta (keep on) Verse 3: Peter Gunz & Lord Tariq To my sisters raising kids alone Feeling stuck cuz your man ain't home Don't wanna be a father don't bother Honey, stay on the job Cuz that man gotta answer to God so baby (keep on) I drop a tear on this poem as I write to my dog Pistol, I miss you sincerely yours from the Lord You held it down on our side of the town at any cost And you loved in the checks by Money Boss so (keep on) To my cousin G, I know you're feeling trapped in the chair All alone like nobody ain't there Never fear Me and Touch still here Remember what I said dog, Ima be your arms and legs you just (keep on) And to all my niggas on the streets Wanna do out the States Keep your eyes open always look straight Never fall for the bait You look back and you might get snatched And if so just close your trap You gotta (keep on) Chorus |
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[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) 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 defendin 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 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 [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 irate 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 Forest, Melrose, McKinley, the boulevard, Washington Paterson, 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 [Peter Gunz] 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, 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 74th, Vice Ave. Bryant, Longfellow, Hope 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, Concousre, Jerome Ave. 3rd Ave., Hogdan, Webster, Simpson [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'ma 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 |
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[Peter Gunz] you know what they say God forgives all sins except suicide then I guess I'll be a'ight 'cause I ain't gon' kill myself you know I was raised atheist, God was a myth never prayed 'cause I never seen, and I was never with kneelin' on my knees, just thankin' Jesus for stuff that I received when I wasn't receivin' it's like thanks for the lights that ain't on thanks for the food that's gone and my stomach's tight empty thanks for the clothes that ya sent me they tight and kids laugh, so I be cuttin' school, a'ight I wanna thank you for my brother smokin' crack I also wanna thank you for my cousin gettin' shot in his back I wanna thank you for my friends that's gone I mean they all under thirty right, but life goes on I wanna thank you for my moms being sad thanks for the house with the swimming pool I never had I wanna thank you for my Uncle Bill, smart enough to get his PhD he got HIV I wanna thank you for my pops, what a joke work hard all of his life and got nothin' to show I wanna thank you for the lives that you moved I also wanna thank you for the cancer that you gave E-Smooth and I'm sorry my belief is low, can you tell me where to go heaven or hell, eleven to twelve and I'm ready when you ready, just tell me don't breath will you forgive me 'cause I didn't believe? all I know is that... [Chorus-Peter Gunz] when it's my time to go all I wanna know am I gonna see him or see you? give me a clue, tell me what to do will you open the gates or am I through forgive me for my negatvie thoughts and all my sins from what I know now Lord I wish I knew then I seen alot of bad, never had reason to beleive now I simply thank you for this air that I breath [Lord Tariq] yo, you know people used to say this kid's really crazy that religion and forgivin' church stuff never fazed me livin' off the word of a teacher my friends up the block gettin' fat sellin' crack to the preacher Johova's witness says he witnessed, but he never seen what he seeks is forever green, and he forever fiend I used to hit the mas now and then me and X used to bill with these guys that was five percent but see, one thing I learned in life being hard is no matter who you serve in life, there's one God wether you're black or white, Chinese, Japanese you breath the same air I breath, bleed the same blood I bleed that's why I'm sayin' you're wrong if you're sayin' my song is blasphomy, just ask of me I got God in me just like an artery If I offended you then pardon me the things I seen in life hardened me wanna treat the next man like a slave and go to church shoutin', holy ghostin' and claimin' you're saved then you think because the offer that you gave, you forgivin' but you better fix the life that you're livin' you wanna be God-filled, steady sinnin', change your ways 'cause you know it's really money that you praise it's time to wake up, drop yo' blunt and put away the beer 'cause I'm feelin' like the last days is here for real [Chorus] [One Accord] forgive me Lord for I have sinned and now I know I know you exist (I wanna thank you) |
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