Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz

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

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

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,

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

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

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,

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

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

[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

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Written By DONALD FAGEN,WALTER BECKER
<i>Lyrics &copy; Universal Music Publishing Group</i>

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

[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

[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)