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lord tariq & peter gunz - cross bronx expressway (madlib remix) lyrics

[chorus: fat joe]
cross bronx with gunz, my man
on the south side of town wit a brick in my hand
forrest (melrose), mckinley (the boulevard)
washington (patterson), courtland (uh)
i’m on the cross bronx with gunz, my man
on the south side of town wit a brick in my hand
brook ave. (cypress), hunts point (saint john)
little vil (trinity), creston (walton)

[verse 1: peter gunz]
yo, 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, n+gga, it’s on, n+gga, run, n+gga, joe n+gga
pun n+gga, lord n+gga, gunz, motherf+ckers 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 tеxases
so fierce b+tchеs they be callin’ me exorcist
far from a devil, i’m god, i mean i’m gunz
and i shine like sun, rhyme like none
find my gun, got beef with this n+gga with hits and sh+t
chips and sh+t, run around here switchin’ sh+t
tellin’ people don’t play that, you gotta play this
tellin’ crew 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
[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
174th (vyse ave), bryant (longfellow)
ho 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), concourse (jerome ave)
3rd ave (ogden), webster (simpson, uh)

[verse 2: big pun]
yo, we the bronx avengers, partners in these peelan adventures
we the monster n+ggas in your dreams that be stompin’ ya senseless
so be consciencious, if you march against us, i’ma call my gentas
and you nondescripters gonna have to face the consequences
we large percentage and you small change hittin’ n+ggas
long range, chrome gauge leavin’ n+ggas john blaze
crime pays if you nice with yours, the bronx is where
you fight for yours, yce your cross, slice cigars, light cigars
all day, wildin’, freestylin’ in the hallways
broadway ain’t got more drama than watson off of colgate
this ain’t the old days shorties is bustin’, ain’t no f+ckin’ jokin’
some n+gga called me a german, i had to bust him open
my brothers holdin’ me down with heavy artillery
chevys and w+llys’ be chilin’ in front of every facility
joeys from trinity so he reps 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 n+gga test your throne
i’m blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home

- lord tariq peter gunz lyrics

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