Featuring lord tariq & muggs (Lord tariq & muggs talking) Trying to tell you man I'm going up in there Trying to dig into niggas pockets Fuck that man {Lord tariq} Either you be real or you be dead Hey killer be a killer That's the rules to this game In the court of the law With let niggas that feel ya They know cat dealers But with some new shit like clue shit We strap for this thriller You hit the crack house, you pull a mack out Cock the mack back, blow his back out And take the back route And that's what that's about Understand? i wan't cans in hand This shit is real, never phony Don't come short with my mo-ney I'll only tell you once tony "Don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me" If so, trust me, you outta luck b And try to sit high where them drugs be Filthy rich looking broke Fuck a bitch i wan't the world thust Keeping feds of my ass I gotta think fast 'Cause black man white town you know this shit won't last We try to bumble like ass Stay low, got to hurl that cash Into the trouble blow past, that's how you do it We got cops and robbers Niggas and spicks Flashy cars, ghetto stars Moving stones and bricks It ain't over on the streets We got blocks to get So heads up, guns cock Don't get rocked to this -{lord tariq}- Now if the good die young Then what the fuck that makes me? And who the fuck are you to rape me? Less then the best, bulletproof love The thugs holding it down in the decks And for the frauds i got techs Heading straight for your chest Feel me on this My word is priceless You can't pawn this I might diss drop jewels The way i cop jewels The way my nine drops flues The way my mind influes What's a nigga to do a murder Type of shit you never heard of >from jimbos to fat burger On some last long shit I be doing this forever like that nigga von zeil Plus i calm shit, i bomb shit I had alot of brooklyn niggas Saying "yeah them bronx niggas they get down" So hold your heat up, and move fast You got to keep Because clue, minnesota, lord tariq run these streets what Nigga peep up, talking to the sidewalk And there's nothing to comprehend When my nine talks -{muggs}- I peep the devil screaming bk 'Cause i rock for b.i.g. Live like pop did, shells couldn't stop the kid In some rap i pack, used to be in passing for crack Molka type of lid with a passing for stacks Dreads call me african black named after my medicine Street veteran with one gun Killed eleven men It's too crazy, y'all fake tough guys with full gazi's Blue mercedes, three pounds under the blue avy Bomb crews my mind power beyond you Now i push your hair line back Do what the con do I warned you, and sworn no talking Bring the thing out Got the block surrounded like cops And shots rang out Animal instinct, blood type is therobreed Run with thero heads Leave you in another burough bed Respect my hood, like the heats do Be k to the bronx Poor kane, lord tariq & clue Dj clue: Uh-huh Dj clue, professional Roc-a-fella!

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 family 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, Don P, Mo' with pistol Just 'cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should mis doubt 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, hoe 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 But if it wasn't for the Bronx This rap shit probably never would be going on So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby 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 Ricarro, 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 Pharaoh, 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 you'se a small-time nigga, 'bout a half an ounce now 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 But if it wasn't for the Bronx This rap shit probably never would be going on So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby Peter Gunz like what? The Lord Tariq is like what? Soundview like what? One-seventy-fourth like what? Money Boss like what? The Gun Runners like what? And KNS like what? And Uptown like what? Shaolin, 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

All day long I think of you I can't even think of things to do Wishin' all of my daydreams come true Now, baby, what am I to do? I think about yesterday Somebody was talkin' to me But I couldn't understand a word they said Not that I was tryin' to be rude But conversation couldn't make it through The thoughts of love I had for you Baby your face takes up my time Because I can jus' see your face with mine I try to change my thoughts; it's a waste of time You keep my mind occupied Tell me what am I to do? When I can only think of you Even when I have simple things to do Like talkin' on the telephone Or watchin' TV when somethin's on If it ain't about you then what's the use? What's up girl? You all grown up now... Doin' ya singin' thing the charts sewed up now Well you know I do my rap thing, I'm holdin' it down And I knew that me and you was gon' connect some how Your people called for this track, it ain't no trouble to me I dreamt that you and me got married on the WB You on channel 11; I carry the M-11 RJ the reverened; it's a match made in heaven Whatever have you I let you know I'm from soundview Down til I found you I'm tryin' to be around you I'm still comin' up Chasin' the fame and wealth I could spoil you with time; you got everything else I'm still New York to the heart But got love for all When I first saw this girl Thought I wanted to fall Mean the hummer so stunnin' That my bod was tense And I wishin everyday that I was fresh like Prince Then I came across my man RJ parlayin' in a 6 With Tatyana Ali playin' I heard Steely Dan "Black Cow" and went wild You tell me how can I get down That's when they threw me on the redeye to LA I dirtied my cash and peeps back And hit Shaq on the cellay Courtside seats so close that we could touch Tatyana and Lord and Peter Gunz

Yeah 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 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 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 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 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 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 guns 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 guns, from what it's worth That's me, that's it, buryin shit, right in the earth 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 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 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 ATL, LA, Chicago, Detroit, D.C., Carolinas, Boston, NY

I am thinking of you In my sleepless solitude tonight If it's wrong to love you Then my heart just won't let me be right 'Cause I've drowned in you And I won't pull through Without you by my side I'd give my all to have Just one more night with you I'd risk my life to feel Your body next to mine 'Cause I can't go on Living in the memory of our song I'd give my all for your love tonight Baby can you feel me Imagining I'm looking in your eyes I can see you clearly Vividly emblazoned in my mind And yet you're so far Like a distant star I'm wishing on tonight I'd give my all to have Just one more night with you I'd risk my life to feel Your body next to mine 'Cause I can't go on Living in the memory of our song I'd give my all for your love tonight I'd give my all to have Just one more night with you I'd risk my life to feel Your body next to mine 'Cause I can't go on Living in the memory of our song I'd give my all for your love tonight Give my all for your love Tonight