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Correct Cross Bronx Expressway Lyrics
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Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz
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Correct Cross Bronx Expressway
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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 Can’t 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
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