[Lord Tariq]
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Yea, yea, one more time
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Seventies shit, got the lean
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Shit is leanin, it's to the left
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It's just leanin, dribblin
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Like he gave it a bag of dugy
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Or a bag of that Tango and Cash
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It's just leanin and shit, seventies (The Lord Tariq)
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Aiyyo I been through many places
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Done many things
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Seen the eyes of many faces
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From New York to Texas
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To the faces on Rolexes
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Not a racist or sexist
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And the best is the Lord, none the less is Gunz
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Nothin less than a Lexus
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Bubble eye with V-V-S's
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Trouble minds and troubled times
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Stacks, I'm tryin to double mine
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I'm in a six wit double dimes and a couple of nines
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Me and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of times
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And we searchin for this nigga to try
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I'm bubblin mine
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If we don't get him now then we will in due time
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I bust enough shots to kill him two times, I do crimes
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I get caught then my mind's defendin my son's rhymes
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Cause my thoughts stay runnin like thugs from one-time
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I been through it under the influence
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Bustin off I'm runnin into it
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See me say he didn't do it
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Put the nine to his mind and blew it
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Cause some times I lose it give me a gun and I'll abuse it
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Puffin with my family, my bitch, my money or my music
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Makin killas say he's too sick when he do shit
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But I'm on some new shit, and it's too late the fuse lit
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I treat my nine like a new bitch
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And the shit do kick, word
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Chorus: Lord Tariq
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I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man
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On the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand
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Soundview, Monroe, Castle Hill, Bronx Dale
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Rose Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, Cozy
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I'm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my man
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On the East side of town wit a blunt in my hand
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Commonwealth, Theriott, White Plains, Randall
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Omestead, Bointain, Colgate, Watson
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[Fat Joe]
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Play rap loud, politickin business
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Wit the crack crowd, fact file, funny how I never seen a rat smile
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My last trial's one of the reasons why I rap now
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But still could blaow any nigga actin irate now
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Fuckin with me's worse than duckin police
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After puffin some trees I'll probably be abductin your niece
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Murderin beats since the days of permanent crease
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Been around the block seen grams converted to keys
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Aah Cartagena, breaks hearts in Argentine
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My misses slugs to love me, my wife act like Anita
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Terror Squad'll die for the cause even if it means blowin up things
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And takin over City Hall
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My shit is raw straight from the Panama shores
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If the feds can't catch me then they make up a law
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Can? take it no more, niggas is fake to the core
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My state pen friends'll leave you broken negative nore
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Bet it all on the Terror Squad click from Forrest
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Real Bronx niggas that's heartless that spark shit
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Regardless, niggas shouldn't have tried that shit
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That's why mothafuckas gotta die like this
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Chorus: Fat Joe
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I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man
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On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand
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Forest, Melrose, McKinley, the boulevard, Washington
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Paterson, Broadland
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I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my man
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On the South side of town wit a brick in my hand
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Brook Ave., Cryprus, Hunt's Point, Saint John, Little Vil.
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Trinity, Creston, Walton
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[Peter Gunz]
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I had a dream that a team had a scheme keepin the beam
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On my head like a infrared he's dead, but I redeem
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Now I'm back nigga, it's on nigga
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Run nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga
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Gunz motherfuckers ain't really knowin I'm really goin
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And feelin I'm showin that my main objective is Benz and Lexuses
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Cop Rolexeses, get bigot in Texases
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So fierce bitches they be callin me exorcist
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Far from a devil, Im God I mean I'm Gunz
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And I shine like sun, rhyme like none, find my gun
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Got beef with this nigga with hits and shit
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Chips and shit, run around here switchin shit
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Tellin people don't play that, you gotta play this
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Tellin school you ain't sayin that, you gotta say this
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You can't wear that, you gotta wear this
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Well hear this, I'll go in yo chest and leave you earless, fearless
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The only thing between us if you stop my cream
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is a glock nineteen, and I'ma pop like steam
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Tryin to stop me and mine from eat |