Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz, Fat Joe, Big Pun - Cross Bronx Expressway lyrics

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
Defined in 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
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

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 irrational
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
Broke and naked up north
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 wit
A brick in my hand
Forrest, Melrose, McKinley, the boulevard
Washington patterson, Courtland

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

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 nigga, it's on nigga
Run nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga
Gunz motherfuckers 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, Im God I mean I'm Gunz
And I shine like sun, rhyme like none
Find my gun
Got beef with this nigga with hit's and shit
Chips and shit, run around here switchin shit
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, fearless
The only thing between us if
You stop my cream
Is a Glock nineteen, and I'mma 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
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

Yo we the Bronx avengers
Partners in these peelan adventures
We the monster niggas in your dreams
That be stompin ya senseless
So be consciencious
If you march against us I'mma call my gentas
And you nondescripters gonna have
To face the consequences
We large percentage and you small change
Hittin niggas long range
Chrome gauge leavin 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, 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 fuckin jokin
Some nigga called me a German
I had to bust him open
My brothers holdin me down
With heavy artillery
Chevys and Willys' 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 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
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-C, Carolinas, Boston, n-Y