sábado, 28 de febrero de 2015

Cross Bronx Expressway Lyric by Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz

Cross Bronx Expressway Lyric
by Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz


Lyric:



Featuring Big Punisher Fat Joe







Intro: 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)







Verse 1: Lord Tariq



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 Be -be -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







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, Randoo



Omestead, Bointain, Colgate, Watson







Verse 2: Fat Joe



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







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



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







Verse 3: Peter Gunz



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, I'm God I Mean I'm Gunz



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 Gunz, From What It's Worth



That's Me, That's It, Buryin Shit, Right In The Earth







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, 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







Verse 4: Big Punisher



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







Chorus: Big Punisher



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



A-t-l, L-a, Chicago, Detroit, D-see, Carolinas, Boston, N-why

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