Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz - Who Am I Lyrics
Intro:Lord TariqYea, yea, One more timeSeventies shit, got the leanShit is leanin, its to the leftIts just leanin, dribblinLike he gave it a bag of dugyOr a bag of that Tango and CashIts just leanin and shit, seventies (The Lord Tariq)Verse 1:Lord TariqAyo I been through many placesDone many thingsSeen the eyes of many facesFrom New York to TexasTo the faces on RolexesNot a racist or sexistAnd the best is the Lord, none the less is GunzNothin less than a LexusBubble eye with B-B-SsTrouble minds and troubled timesStacks, Im tryin to double mineIm in a six wit double dimes and a couple a ninesMe and tracks back to back, circle the block a couple of timesAnd we searchin for this nigga to tryIm bubblin mineIf we dont get him now then we will in due timeI bust enough shots to kill him two timesI do crimesI get caught then my minds defindin my sons rhymesCause my thoughts stay runnin like thugs from one-timeI been through it under the influenceBustin off Im runnin into itSee me say he didnt do itPut the nine to his mind and blew itCause some times I lose it give me a gun and Ill abuse itPuffin with my family, my *****, my money or my musicMakin killas say hes to sick when he do shitBut Im on some new shitAnd its too late the fuse litI treat my nine like a new *****And the shit do kick, wordChorus:Lord TariqIm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my manOn the East side of town wit a blunt in my handSoundview, Monroe, Castle Hill, Bronx DaleRose Dale, Academy, Lafeyette, CozyIm on the Cross Bronx with Fat Joe and my manOn the East side of town wit a blunt in my handCommonwealth, Theriott, White Plains, RandooOmestead, Bointain, Colgate, WatsonVerse 2:Fat JoePlay rap loud, politicin businessWit the crack crowd, fact file, funny how I never seen a rat smileMy last trials one of the reasons why I rap nowBut still could blaow any nigga actin irrat now*****in with mes worse than duckin policeAfter puffin some trees Ill probably be abductin your nieceMurderin beats since the days of permanent creaseBeen around the block seen grams converted to keysAah Cartagena, breaks hearts in ArgentineMy misses slugs to love me, my wife act like AnitaTerror Squadll die for the cause even if it means blowin up thingsAnd takin over City HallMy shit is raw straight from the Panama shoresIf the feds cant catch me then they make up a lawCant take it no more, niggas is fake to the coreMy state pen friendsll leave you broken negative noreBet it all on the Terror Squad click from ForrestReal Bronx niggas thats heartless that spark shitRegardless, niggas shouldnt have tried that shitThats why motha*****as gotta die like thisChorus:Fat JoeIm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my manOn the South side of town wit a brick in my handForrest, Melrose, McKinley, the Boulevard, WashingtonMadison, BroadlandIm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz my manOn the South side of town wit a brick in my handBrook Ave., Cryprus, Hunts Point, Saint John, Little Vil.Trinity, Creston, WaltonVerse 3:Peter GunzI had a dream that a team had a scheme keepin the beamOn my head like a infrarred hes dead, but I redeemNow Im back nigga, its on niggaRun nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord niggaGunz motha*****as aint really knowin Im really goinAnd feelin Im showin that my main objective is Benz and LexusesCop Rolexeses, get bigot in TexasesSo fierce *****es they be callin me exorcistFar from a devil, Im God I mean Im GunzAnd I shine like sunRhyme like noneFind my gunGot beef with this nigga with hits and shitChips and shit, run around here switchin shitTellin people dont play that, you gotta play thisTellin school you aint sayin that, you gotta say thisYou cant wear that, you gotta wear thisWell hear this, Ill go in yo chest and leave you earless, fearlessThe only thing between us if you stop my creamIs a glock nineteenAnd Ima pop like steamTryin to stop me and mine from eatin you need a doctorWith a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you from leakinAnd a prayer from the deacon as you weakenAnd words from the Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldnt have been reachinTheres only one Gunz, from what its worthThats me, thats it, buryin shit, right in the earthChorus:Peter GunzIm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my manOn the West side of town with a gun in my hand174th, Vice Ave., Briant, Long Fellow, Ho Ave.Platona Park, Boston Road, ProspectIm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my manOn the West side of town with a gun in my handLambert, Schremont, Concourse, Jerome Ave.3rd Ave., Hogdan, Webster, SimpsonVerse 4:Big PunisherYo we the Bronx avengersPartners in these peelan adventuresWe the monster niggas in your dreams that be stompin ya senselessSo be conscious of us, if you march against usIm a call my gentas and you nondescripters gonna have to face theconsequencesWe large placentas and you small changeHittin niggas long range, wrong gaugeLeavin niggas John BlazeCrime pays if you nice with yoursThe Bronx is where you fight for yoursIce across, slice cigars, light cigarsAll day, wylin freestylin in the hallwaysBroadway aint got more drama than Watson off a card gameThis aint the old days shorties was bustin, aint no *****in jokinSome nigga called me a German, I had to bust him openMy brothers holdin me down with heavy artilleryChevies and willies be chilin in front of every facilityJoey from Trinity so he raps ForrestYou could save the best for usBut you still better place your bets on usThe Bronx baby, where the best get blownMy restin zone, come on nigga test your throneIm blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at homeI dont aim for the chest *****, strictly necks and domesChorus:Big PunisherIm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mensRunnin up in your spot with a mack in my handPure energy, checkmate, Blue Thunder, ObsessionPulp Fiction, Purple Rain, Punisher, South sideIm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mensRunnin up in your spot with a mack in my handA-T-L, L-A, Chicago, Detroit, D-C, Carolinas, Boston, N-Y
