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New York to the heart, but got love for all |
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Lie and die in the fire, where I learned to ball |
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Uptown is the place where I lay my dome |
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On the streets of the Bronx where my fa-mi-ly roam |
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Hoe damn it, we home, Peter got a nine millimeter |
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Playa haters can feel the flame from my heater |
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I never really liked to play a fool like that |
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But I love to succeed and see foes fall flat |
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Splat, like Deja Vu |
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And I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew |
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I sip Cristal, Dom P, Mo' with pist-al |
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Just cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should misdoubt |
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Keep em near da fifties and, hundreds all arranged |
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Anything less than that, you keep the change |
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Not filthy rich, but bitch I'm barely broke |
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Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope |
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Friends call me Gunz, sons call me trife |
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Cause I'm quick to slide off and slide this dick up in your wife |
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And that's life, you should learn how to treat her |
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I guarantee Peter, knows how to eat her |
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And beat her, niggaz in the Bronx call me Lex |
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Cause I push a Lex, and I rock a Rolex |
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And I lounge on Lex', and I love sex |
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And I wave techs on sets that be tryin to flex |
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Like Dex, nigga God rest your soul |
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But when you're playin cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, ho |
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New York niggaz got crazy game |
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But outta town niggaz is all the same |
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Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot |
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That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot |
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Harlem niggaz know how to play |
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Mack the 600, gettin crazy pay |
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Niggaz outta Queens got shit on lock |
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Strapped with the glock, runnin up in yo' spot |
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But if it wasn't for the Bronx |
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This rap shit probably never would be going on |
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So tell me where you from? |
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Uptown baby, uptown baby |
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We gets down baby, up for the crown baby |
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New York niggaz got crazy game |
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But outta town niggaz is all the same |
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Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot |
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That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot |
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Harlem niggaz know how to play |
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Mack the 600, gettin crazy pay |
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Niggaz outta Queens got shit on lock |
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Strapped with the glock, runnin up in yo' spot |
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But if it wasn't for the Bronx |
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This rap shit probably never would be going on |
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So tell me where you from? |
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Uptown baby, uptown baby |
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We gets down baby, up for the crown baby |
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Yo, the RM-80, is parked in the lot |
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Right next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked |
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For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around |
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Thinking shit's gravystop me? Maybe |
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I'm livin life lawless, makin big investments |
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On them 8-class flawless, and hoes call us |
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I'm comfortable like Ri-carro, two quarters of my life |
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Walkin roads type narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by |
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Puffin high, got my mind's eye, points sharper |
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Than an arrow gettin high, keep your eye on the sparrow |
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Riches like the pharoahe, bought a new five |
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With the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo |
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Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow |
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And I strap for my foes like a saddle |
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I rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel |
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Talk shit? Whatever have you, I'm from Soundview |
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Bronx most wanted, front get confronted |
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Playa, we rollin deep in the one point five hundreds |
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Like Big I., red eyed, mad blunted |
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You step outside and get blooded have your whole block flooded |
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With the Bronx it's a warnin, stormin guns out |
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From, Dusk Til Dawn and it's on, no doubt |
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Keep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roamin about |
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And put a eye on yo' lip nigga, watch yo' mouth |
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I'm from the Bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house |
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Cause youse a small-time nigga, bout a half an ounce now |
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New York niggaz got crazy game |
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But outta town niggaz is all the same |
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Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot |
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That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot |
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Harlem niggaz know how to play |
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Mack the 600, gettin crazy pay |
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Niggaz outta Queens got shit on lock |
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Strapped with the glock, runnin up in yo' spot |
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But if it wasn't for the Bronx |
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This rap shit probably never would be going on |
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So tell me where you from? |
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Uptown baby, uptown baby |
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We gets down baby, up for the crown baby |
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New York niggaz got crazy game |
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But outta town niggaz is all the same |
|
Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot |
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That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot |
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Harlem niggaz know how to play |
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Mack the 600, gettin crazy pay |
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Niggaz outta Queens got shit on lock |
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Strapped with the glock, runnin up in yo' spot |
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But if it wasn't for the Bronx |
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This rap shit probably never would be going on |
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So tell me where you from? |
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Uptown baby, uptown baby |
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We gets down baby, up for the crown baby |
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Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz |
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Uh, Peter Gunz like what |
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Uh, The Lord Tariq is like what |
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Uh, Soundview like what |
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Uh, one-seventy-fourth like what |
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Uh, Money Boss like what |
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Uh, The Gun Runners like what |
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Uh, and KNS like what |
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Uh, and Uptown like what |
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Shao-lin, play, play on |
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Strong Isle, play play on and a |
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Mt. Vern, play play on |
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And Yonkers, play play on and a |
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Puttin' it down for N.Y. ya know what I mean |
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N.Y. and world wide |
