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Cross Bronx Expressway

アーティスト:Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz  アルバム:Make It Reign 

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(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抰 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


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