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Verse 1: Peter Gunz
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It's been a long time comin, but I came
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Coulda drove a nigga crazy, but I'm sane
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Been a lotta fun, lotta pain
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Lotta shit changed, I use to hop trains
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Now I'm hoppin in planes headed for Lanes
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I use to have a job but I quit
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Niggas in the Bronx called me lex
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Now they call me mothafuckin six
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Bitches use to front now they switch
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Cause they walk by tappin my dick lickin they lips
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See me in the Bronx strollin
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Down the muthafuckin street, holdin
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Nothin but mothafuckin heat
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Surrounded by thirty niggas with thirty dirty guns
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Some (S-S-S-O-O-O) niggas that'll rip you from yo neck to yo lung
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Have you lyin in a pool of your blood swallowin tongue
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As sweet as it look don't get it twisted
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Or get twisted too, right up in your mothafuckin biscuit
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I remember when my P-O said Peto
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You need to get yo shit together and see the C-O
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That's when I dazed ya crew with Deja Vu
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And rounded up a hundred thugs that's blaze y뭓ll too
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Chorus: Lord Tariq
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Now from the streets to da stage
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From movin stones and bricks
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To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)
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Peter Gunz and ya don't stop
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And Killer Cam and ya won't stop
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Verse 2: Cam뭃on
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Ayo my transporter 65
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Ya all know the deal
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J. Barfield drive a ?2 oldsmobile
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Keep a low appeal, but oh yo he's so for real
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I stick to old timers (why) cause the old squel
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They be the first to snitch so you alert a chick
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If she settle Cam I'ma hurt the bitch
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And I don't care who she mess with
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Rest with, put too much time and effort
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To get a deficit, fuck the relevant
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Affections what you better get, stay on defense
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Cause when you see me tense
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It's about to be a real wild sequence
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Got to debench and we hot
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Like a weed spot, let off three shots
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Spray pee tops, bout to take the customers to we got
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So we switch now, Don's house come with three rots
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And um Harlem niggas know how to play
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Cause I got the 600 and the rest of y뭓ll want it
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Chorus: Lord Tariq
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Now from the streets to da stage
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From movin stones and bricks
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To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)
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Killa Cam and ya don't stop
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The Lord Tariq and ya won't stop
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Verse 3: Lord Tariq
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The Lord Tariq, a Bronx nigga, nigga I get around
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8th ave., bright lights niggas, all tops down
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I turn yo smiles to frowns
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And get you clown niggas sick
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When I come around I got yo bitch on my dick
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Uptown movin nothin but stones and bricks
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Since ?6 I was ownin shit, I'm born to flick
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A O to an 8th, 8th to keys and quick
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We gettin chased by the P's and shit
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Tearin up the turnpike when I burn right
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And a man's position is based on when he earns right
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Well from silly to willy nigg-az wit big cas, that gotta connect
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I walk the world gettin Gotti respect
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I got a lot to inject to all those who oppose the BX
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And to my hoes how you want those cash or check
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Wire or charge, my dick is hard bitch thanx
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I ain't got no money cause I ain't yo fuckin bank
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Feds still lookin, searchin all through Brooklyn
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But I'm in the Bronx takin paper that's tooken
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Headed Southbound out of town with a pound of the brown
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Fuck the fun, I'm gettin mon, it's no time to fuck around
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I gotta stash full of guns and we pumpin the sounds
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Pack the coke in vaseline foolin the drug hounds
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A big nigga I'm soon to be now
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The block is hot but I'm ice so I'm coolin it down
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I gained weight stepped it up stepped off the pitcher's mound
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I got the money the power and the bitches now
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Feds takin pictures now
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The thugs wanna get ya now
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But I got somethin for you thugs, take this nigga, blaow
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Shot that nigga down in his town
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First round, ding, bell ring it's on
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Now who's the next nigga dead in my next song, mothafucka
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Chorus: Lord Tariq
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Now from the streets to da stage
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From movin stones and bricks
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To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)
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Lord Tariq and ya don't |