Cross Bronx Expressway - Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz Written by:J. Cartagena/C. Rios/D. Willis/S. Hamilton/H. Wheeler/P. Pankey Yeah yeah one more time seventies Sh*t got the lean Sh*t 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 sh*t 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 ni**a 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 b**ch My money or my music Making killas say he's too sick when he do sh*t But I'm on some new sh*t And it's too late the fuse lit I treat my nine like a new b**ch And the sh*t do kick 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 ni**a acting irate now F**king 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 sh*t is raw straight from the Panama shores If the feds can't catch me Then they make up a law Canât 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 sh*t Regardless niggas shouldn't have tried that sh*t That's why motha f**kas 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 ni**a it's on ni**a Run ni**a Joe ni**a Pun ni**a Lord ni**a Gunz mother f**kers 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 b**ches 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 ni**a with hits and sh*t Chips and sh*t run around here switching sh*t 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'm a pop like steam Trying to stop me and mine From eating you need a doctor With a hundred gauze pads ni**a To stop you from leaking