1,2,1,2
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Ladies and Gentlemen, we'll all rise
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for the national anthem of the world
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Its Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz Deja Vu
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Get yo ass out your seat!
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[Peter Gunz]
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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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Chorus: Peter Gunz, Lord Tariq (two parts)
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[Peter Gunz]
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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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[Lord Tariq]
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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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PG:Uptown baby, uptown baby
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PG:We gets down baby, up for the crown baby
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(repeat 2X)
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[Lord Tariq]
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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 gravy; stop 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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Chorus
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Outro: 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
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Deja Vu (Uptown Baby)
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Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz |