Cross Bronx Expressway Lyrics - Singles - Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz

Yeah, yeah, one more time, seventies shit, got the lean 

Shit 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 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 

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 nigga 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 bitch, my money or my music 

Making 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 

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 nigga acting irate now 

Fucking 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 shit is raw straight from the Panama shores 

If the feds can't catch me then they make up a law 

Cant 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 shit 

Regardless, niggas shouldn't have tried that shit 

That's why mothafuckas 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 nigga, it's on nigga 

Run nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga 

Gunz motherfuckers 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 bitches 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 nigga with hits and shit 

Chips and shit, run around here switching shit 

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'ma pop like steam 

Trying to stop me and mine from eating you need a doctor 

With a hundred gauze pads nigga 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 shit, 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 fucking joking 

Some nigga 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 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 

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 

ATL, LA, Chicago, Detroit 

DC, Carolinas, Boston, NY