Cross Bronx Expressway (Album Version) - Lord Tariq/Peter Gunz
Written by：J. Cartagena/C. Rios/D. Willis/S. Hamilton/H. Wheeler/P. Pankey
Yeah yeah one more time seventies
Sh*t got the lean
Sh*t is leaning it's to the
Left it's just leaning dribbling
Like like he gave it a bag of dugy
Or a bag of that Tango and Cash
It's just leaning and sh*t 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
Nothing less than a Lexus bubble eye with V V S's
Trouble minds and troubled times stacks
I'm trying 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 searching for this ni**a to try
I'm bubbling 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
Defending my son's rhymes
'Cause my thoughts stay running
Like thugs from one time
I've been through it under the influence
Busting off I'm running 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
Puffing with my family my b**ch
My money or my music
Making killas say he's too sick when he do sh*t
But I'm on some new sh*t
And it's too late the fuse lit
I treat my nine like a new b**ch
And the sh*t do kick
I'm on the Cross Bronx with
Fat Joe and my man
On the east side of town
With 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 with
A blunt in my hand
Commonwealth Theriott White Plains Randall
Omestead Bointain Colgate Watson
Play rap loud politicking 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 ni**a acting irate now
F**king with me's worse than ducking police
After puffing some trees
I'll probably be abducting your niece
Murdering 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 blowing up things
And taking over city hall
My sh*t is raw straight from the
Panama shores
If the feds can't catch me
Then they make up a law
Canât take it no more niggas
Is fake to the core
My state pen friends'll leave
You broken negative ore
Bet it all on the terror squad
Click from Forrest
Real Bronx niggas that's
Heartless that spark sh*t
Regardless niggas shouldn't have tried that sh*t
That's why motha f**kas gotta die like this
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man
On the south side of town with a brick in my hand
Forest Melrose McKinley the Boulevard Washington
Patterson Courtland
I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man
On the South side of town with a brick in my hand
Brook Ave Cyprus Hunt's Point Saint John Little Vil
Trinity Creston Walton
I had a dream that a team had
A scheme keeping the beam
On my head like a infrared he's dead but
I redeem
Now I'm back ni**a it's on ni**a
Run ni**a Joe ni**a Pun ni**a Lord ni**a
Gunz mother f**kers ain't really
Knowing I'm really going
And feeling I'm showing that my
Main objective is Benz and Lexuses
Cop Rolexeses get bigot in Texases
So fierce b**ches they be calling me exorcist
Far from the devil I'm God
I mean I'm Gunz
And I shine like sun rhyme
Like none find my gun
Got beef with this ni**a with hits and sh*t
Chips and sh*t run around here switching sh*t
Telling people don't play
That you gotta play this
Telling school you ain't
Saying 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'm a pop like steam
Trying to stop me and mine
From eating you need a doctor
With a hundred gauze pads ni**a
To stop you from leaking
And a prayer from the deacon as you weaken
And words from the funkmaster
Flex dogs shouldn't have been reaching
There's only one Gunz from what it's worth
That's me that's it burying sh*t 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 Vyse Ave Bryant Longfellow Hoe 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 Ogden Webster Simpson
Yo we the Bronx avengers
Partners in these peelan adventures
We the monster niggas in your dreams
That be stomping ya senseless
So be conscientious 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
Hitting niggas long range wrong gauge
Leaving niggas John Blaze crime
Pays if you nice with yours
The Bronx is where you fight for yours
Ice your cross slice cigars light cigars
All day wyling freestyling in the hallways
Broadway ain't got more drama
Than Watson off of Colgate
This ain't the old days shorties was busting
Ain't no f**king joking
Some ni**a called me a German
I had to bust him open
My brothers holding me down
With heavy artillery
Chevies and Willies be chilling
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 resting zone come on
Ni**a test your throne
I'm blessed with chrome
So leave your vest at home
I don't aim for the chest b**ch
Strictly necks and domes
I'm on the Cross Bronx with
Uh three of my mens
Running 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
Running up in your spot with
A mack in my hand
A T L L A Chicago Detroit
D C Carolinas Boston N Y
