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Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz

Cross Bronx Expressway

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Текст песни Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz - Cross Bronx Expressway

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[Lord Tariq]Yea, yea, one more timeSeventies shit, got the leanShit is leanin, it`s to the leftIt`s just leanin, dribblinLike he gave it a bag of dugyOr a bag of that Tango and CashIt`s just leanin and shit, seventies (The Lord Tariq)Aiyyo I been through many placesDone many thingsSeen the eyes of many facesFrom New York to TexasTo the faces on RolexesNot a racist or sexistAnd the best is the Lord, none the less is GunzNothin less than a LexusBubble eye with V-V-S`sTrouble minds and troubled timesStacks, I`m tryin to double mineI`m in a six wit double dimes and a couple of ninesMe and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of timesAnd we searchin for this nigga to tryI`m bubblin mineIf we don`t get him now then we will in due timeI bust enough shots to kill him two times, I do crimesI get caught then my mind`s defendin my son`s rhymesCause my thoughts stay runnin like thugs from one-timeI been through it under the influenceBustin off I`m runnin into itSee me say he didn`t do itPut the nine to his mind and blew itCause some times I lose it give me a gun and I`ll abuse itPuffin with my family, my bitch, my money or my musicMakin killas say he`s too sick when he do shitBut I`m on some new shit, and it`s too late the fuse litI treat my nine like a new bitchAnd the shit do kick, wordChorus: Lord TariqI`m on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my manOn the East side of town wit a blunt in my handSoundview, Monroe, Castle Hill, Bronx DaleRose Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, CozyI`m on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my manOn the East side of town wit a blunt in my handCommonwealth, Theriott, White Plains, RandallOmestead, Bointain, Colgate, Watson[Fat Joe]Play rap loud, politickin businessWit the crack crowd, fact file, funny how I never seen a rat smileMy last trial`s one of the reasons why I rap nowBut still could blaow any nigga actin irate nowFuckin with me`s worse than duckin policeAfter puffin some trees I`ll probably be abductin your nieceMurderin beats since the days of permanent creaseBeen around the block seen grams converted to keysAah Cartagena, breaks hearts in ArgentineMy misses slugs to love me, my wife act like AnitaTerror Squad`ll die for the cause even if it means blowin up thingsAnd takin over City HallMy shit is raw straight from the Panama shoresIf the feds can`t catch me then they make up a lawCanжЉ° take it no more, niggas is fake to the coreMy state pen friends`ll leave you broken negative noreBet it all on the Terror Squad click from ForrestReal Bronx niggas that`s heartless that spark shitRegardless, niggas shouldn`t have tried that shitThat`s why mothafuckas gotta die like thisChorus: Fat JoeI`m on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my manOn the South side of town wit a brick in my handForest, Melrose, McKinley, the boulevard, WashingtonPaterson, BroadlandI`m on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my manOn the South side of town wit a brick in my handBrook 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 beamOn my head like a infrared he`s dead, but I redeemNow I`m back nigga, it`s on niggaRun nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord niggaGunz motherfuckers ain`t really knowin I`m really goinAnd feelin I`m showin that my main objective is Benz and LexusesCop Rolexeses, get bigot in TexasesSo fierce bitches they be callin me exorcistFar from a devil, Im God I mean I`m GunzAnd I shine like sun, rhyme like none, find my gunGot beef with this nigga with hits and shitChips and shit, run around here switchin shitTellin people don`t play that, you gotta play thisTellin school you ain`t sayin that, you gotta say thisYou can`t wear that, you gotta wear thisWell hear this, I`ll go in yo chest and leave you earless, fearlessThe only thing between us if you stop my creamis a glock nineteen, and I`ma pop like steamTryin to stop me and mine from eatin you need a doctorWith a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you from leakinAnd a prayer from the deacon as you weakenAnd words from the Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldn`t have been reachinThere`s only one Gunz, from what it`s worthThat`s me, that`s it, buryin shit, right in the earthChorus: Peter GunzI`m on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my manOn the West side of town with a gun in my hand74th, Vice Ave. Bryant, Longfellow, Hope Ave.Crotona Park, Boston Road, ProspectI`m on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my manOn the West side of town with a gun in my handLambert, Tremont, Concousre, Jerome Ave.3rd Ave., Hogdan, Webster, Simpson[Big Punisher]Yo we the Bronx avengersPartners in these peelan adventuresWe the monster niggas in your dreams that be stompin ya senselessSo be conscious of us, if you march against us I`ma call my gentas and you nondescripters gonna have to face the consequencesWe large placentas and you small changeHittin niggas long range, wrong gaugeLeavin niggas John BlazeCrime pays if you nice with yoursThe Bronx is where you fight for yoursIce across, slice cigars, light cigarsAll day, wylin freestylin in the hallwaysBroadway ain`t got more drama than Watson off a card gameThis ain`t the old days shorties was bustin, ain`t no fuckin jokinSome nigga called me a German, I had to bust him openMy brothers holdin me down with heavy artilleryChevies and Willies be chilin in front of every facilityJoey from Trinity so he raps ForrestYou could save the best for usBut you still better place your bets on usThe Bronx baby, where the best get blownMy restin zone, come on nigga test your throneI`m blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at homeI don`t aim for the chest bitch, strictly necks and domesChorus: Big PunisherI`m on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mensRunnin up in your spot with a mack in my handPure energy, checkmate, Blue Thunder, ObsessionPulp Fiction, Purple Rain, Punisher, South sideI`m on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mensRunnin up in your spot with a mack in my handA-T-L, L-A, Chicago, Detroit, D-C, Carolinas, Boston, N-Y

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