Fiesta - Lyrics - Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz

Title: Fiesta
Artist: Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz
Composer(s): Sean T Hamilton, W Mitchell, Floyd E Wilcox

Lyric:
Party, all night
Fiesta, forever
Getting cheddar, whatever
Together, or never

One deres on the six, I resurrect the Willie, hottest dick
I'm rich, plotter on your daughter, I'm magician cause I trick
And your man wanna flip, 'cause I'm poppin' that shit
Takin' the shop bitch, yo honey hoppin' the whip

Shit's real, I won't hit it, niggas droppin', will split
Spend the money, matter fact, I've seen these crouch it can get
Take the keys to the reigns, black 4.6
'Cause all the bitches want this

P D S on your fist, platinum on your neck, show part on your wrist
Take it, no I insist, we can fuck in the morning
And shop through the day
Tonight Max was performing so we can go play

Huh, jealousy and envy lurch through the party
When the women see the up dick it's luster for your body
Considered drug-dealers because we spark rollies and
His and hers chillers, I'm a lover not a killer, so let's just

Party, all night
Fiesta, forever
Getting cheddar, whatever
Together, or never

Party, all night
Fiesta, forever
Getting cheddar, whatever
Together, or never

Aiyyo Gunz, I met this freaky bitch about a week ago
In New York, by the beacon yo, lookin' like a sneaky hoe
Even though she had a few friends, about 3 or 4
Standing by the sneaker-store, and said that she seen me before

But I don't believe it yo, she must have seen the ice-shinin'
Beneath the sleeve-roll, she like the way the diamonds go
Never mind bitch, I'm about to blow, I gotta swerve
And she had the on fast to comin' ass, she can go

Without a question yo, backseat the hard one
Parked around the corner, laid pipe like a plummer
Ran through her all summer, from tha morning to tha night
And I even trick a little, kepting shorty tight for the

Party, all night
Fiesta, forever
Getting cheddar, whatever
Together, or never

Party, all night
Fiesta, forever
Getting cheddar, whatever
Together, or never

Just do it, don't stop now
Make it hurt you, just a little bit
Not too much, it's workin'
Getting money all right now

Just do it, don't stop now
Make it hurt you, just a little bit
Not too much, it's workin'
Getting money all right now

A lot of women wanna be with me
'Cause I sport linen, and I hang around with Peter G
And they see me grinnin', rim spinnin' on the silver-3
Step to me and ask Lord Tariq are you feelin' me

Come on bitch, dealin' me, I'm boss playa M V P
Getting cash frequently, easy ass, 1 2 3, doin' at the leather-seat
You wanna be fucked, me I'm kinda horny luckily
Back in the club we get it on, it's the thug in me, let's

Party, all night
Fiesta, forever
Getting cheddar, whatever
Together, or never

Party, all night
Fiesta, forever
Getting cheddar, whatever
Together, or never

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Deja Vu - Lyrics - Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz

Title: Deja Vu
Artist: Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz
Composer(s): Walter Backer, Donald Fagen

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Lyric:
New York to the heart but got love for all
Lie and die in the fire where I learned to ball
Uptown is the place where I lay my dome
On the streets of the Bronx where my family roam

Hoe, damn it, we home, Peter got a nine millimeter
Playa haters can feel the flame from my heater
I never really liked to play a fool like that
But I love to succeed and see foes fall flat

Splat like Deja Vu
And I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew
I sip Cristal, Don P, Mo' with pistol
Just 'cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should mis doubt

Keep 'em near da fifties and hundreds all arranged
Anything less than that, you keep the change
Not filthy rich but bitch, I'm barely broke
Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope

Friends call me Gunz, sons call me Trife
'Cause I'm quick to slide off and slide this dick up in your wife
And that's life, you should learn how to treat her
I guarantee, Peter knows how to eat her and beat her

Niggaz in the Bronx call me Lex
'Cause I push a Lex and I rock a Rolex
And I lounge on Lex' and I love sex
And I wave techs on sets that be tryin' to flex
Like Dex, nigga, God rest your soul
But when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, hoe

New York niggaz got crazy game
But outta town niggaz is all the same
Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot
That's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot

Harlem niggaz know how to play
Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay
Niggaz outta Queens got shit on lock
Strapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot

But if it wasn't for the Bronx
This rap shit probably never would be going on
So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby
We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby
We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby

Yo, the RM 80 is parked in the lot
Right next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked
For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around
Thinking shit's gravy, stop me? Maybe

I'm livin' life lawless, makin' big investments
On them 8 class flawless and hoes call us
I'm comfortable like Ricarro, two quarters of my life
Walkin' roads, type, narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by

Puffin' high, got my mind's eye, points sharper
Than an arrow gettin' high, keep your eye on the sparrow
Riches like the Pharaoh, bought a new five
With the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo

Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow
And I strap for my foes like a saddle
I rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel
Talk shit? Whatever have you, I'm from Soundview

Bronx most wanted, front get confronted
Playa, we rollin' deep in the one point five hundreds
Like Big I., red eyed, mad blunted
You step outside and get blooded, have your whole block flooded

With the Bronx, it's a warnin', stormin' guns out
From, 'Dusk Til Dawn' and it's on, no doubt
Keep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roamin' about
And put a eye on yo' lip, nigga, watch yo' mouth
I'm from the Bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house
'Cause you'se a small-time nigga, 'bout a half an ounce now

New York niggaz got crazy game
But outta town niggaz is all the same
Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot
That's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot

Harlem niggaz know how to play
Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay
Niggaz outta Queens got shit on lock
Strapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spot

But if it wasn't for the Bronx
This rap shit probably never would be going on
So tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, baby
We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby
We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby

Peter Gunz like what? The Lord Tariq is like what?
Soundview like what? One-seventy-fourth like what?
Money Boss like what? The Gun Runners like what?
And KNS like what? And Uptown like what?

Shaolin, play, play on
Strong Isle, play, play on and a
Mt. Vern, play play on
And Yonkers, play play on and a
Puttin' it down for N.Y., ya know what I mean?
N.Y. and world wide

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Cross Bronx Expressway - Lyrics - Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz

Title: Cross Bronx Expressway
Artist: Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz
Composer(s): John Davis, Peter Pankey, Malik Izaak Taylor, Joseph Anthony Cartagena, Ali Shahe Jones-Muhammad, Christopher Rios, Harold Wheeler, Sean T. Hamilton, Weldon Johnat Irvine Jr., David Anthony Willis

Lyric:
Yeah, yeah, one more time, seventies shit, got the lean
Shit 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 shit, 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 nigga 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 bitch, my money or my music
Making killas say he's too sick when he do shit
But I'm on some new shit and it's too late the fuse lit
I treat my nine like a new bitch and the shit do kick, word

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 nigga acting irate now

Fucking 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 shit is raw straight from the Panama shores
If the feds can't catch me then they make up a law
Can?t 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 shit
Regardless, niggas shouldn't have tried that shit
That's why mothafuckas 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 nigga, it's on nigga
Run nigga, Joe nigga, Pun nigga, Lord nigga

Gunz motherfuckers 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 bitches 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 nigga with hits and shit
Chips and shit, run around here switching shit

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'ma pop like steam
Trying to stop me and mine from eating you need a doctor
With a hundred gauze pads nigga to stop you from leaking

And a prayer from the deacon as you weaken
And words from the Funkmaster Flex dogs shouldn't have been reaching
There's only one Gunz, from what it's worth
That's me, that's it, burying shit, right in the earth

I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man
On the West side of town with a gun in my hand
174th, Vyse Ave, Bryant, Longfellow, Hoe Ave.
Crotona Park, Boston Road, Prospect

I'm on the Cross Bronx with Big Pun and my man
On the West side of town with a gun in my hand
Lambert, Tremont, Concousre, Jerome Ave.
3rd Ave, Ogden, Webster, Simpson

Yo, we the Bronx avengers
Partners in these peelan adventures
We the monster niggas in your dreams
That be stomping ya senseless
So be conscientious, if you march
Against us I'ma call my gentas

And you nondescripters gonna have to face the consequences
We large placentas and you small change
Hitting niggas long range, wrong gauge
Leaving niggas John Blaze, crime pays if you nice with yours

The Bronx is where you fight for yours
Ice your cross, slice cigars, light cigars
All day, wyling, freestyling in the hallways
Broadway ain't got more drama than Watson off of Colgate

This ain't the old days shorties was busting, ain't no fucking joking
Some nigga called me a German, I had to bust him open
My brothers holding me down with heavy artillery
Chevies and Willies be chilling in front of every facility

Joey from Trinity so he raps Forrest
You could save the best for us
But you still better place your bets on us
The Bronx baby, where the best get blown

My resting zone, come on nigga test your throne
I'm blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home
I don't aim for the chest bitch
Strictly necks and domes

I'm on the Cross Bronx with uh three of my mens
Running up in your spot with a mack in my hand
Pure energy, checkmate, Blue Thunder, Obsession
Pulp Fiction, Purple Rain, Punisher, South side

I'm on the Cross Bronx with uh, three of my mens
Running up in your spot with a mack in my hand
ATL, LA, Chicago, Detroit
DC, Carolinas, Boston, NY

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Make It Reign - Lyrics - Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz

Title: Make It Reign
Artist: Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz
Composer(s): Rodolfo Antonio Franklin, Peter Pankey, Patrick Peter Adams, Sean T. Hamilton, Kenneth Morris

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Lyric:
It took a long time sittin' in your one and only
Niggas said they comin' in a month or so
But they run though, how they really want it
Want all the rain and thunder shit

Niggaz talkin' this hocus pocus, focus on the lyrical, lyrical content
From the Bronx to Compton, say enormous
Hit the CD stay sober, listen tell we smoke a blunt
Listen get sound, give it to you, give it to you

Don't be alarmed, sound affects normal and I'm a MD not a MC
Step ahead, said of that shit in your walk in
You singin', I give you somethin' to bounce to and think about
That the same crew with the same lou on the same rhyme

Step on education at the same time, play mine
It'll bite you like a K-9, obey mine like Sprite nigga
Get it right nigga, with the right nigga, tight for the calm shit
It be bomb shit, every day, all day, his way, ya'll way
See you in the hallway, the floor way, 4-4 way
Did you call before me, now give me

Yo L O R D, you gunz done block scared me
You all be smokin' Bob Marley, soft nigga Harvey
Stress me, wanna step in me
Test me, strap you best a be 'cuz I'm a blessy

Underestimate he who take the cake and weed
Lord and gunz, see the 44 then run
'Cuz there more to come, blastin' all you niggaz
Quick fast, I'm harassin' laughed at you nigga

Bust a cap in all, you fake rap actor
Wanna be, thug bus wanna see, slug nigga what
I'm from Soundview, I'll pound you down to the ground
To the earth shake earth quake

And the best is the first to make platinum
What's happenin', soft he or nothin'
Sweet here, no slappin', the name is everlastin'
I'm romindom fastin' with the passion
I'm askin' give me mine, I get the 9
See me on the streets got beef, wanna get me fined

Reign
Reign
Reign
...

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Who Am I - Lyrics - Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz

Title: Who Am I
Artist: Lord Tariq &Amp; Peter Gunz
Composer(s): Peter Pankey, Floyd E P Wilcox, Sean T Hamilton, Dave A Atkinson

Lyric:
What, yo yo yo yo
I'm broken down from keys to Oz's to grams
And being sold in city blocks moving hand to hand
Who am I?
You can find me on a corner of your block
And I'm boning powder forming transform into a rock
Who am I?

I suck the life out of a nigga put your dick in the sand
I'm transported through borders for grams
So who am I?
Small and white like shining so bright
Might take your son's life in the middle of the night
Who am I?

Chopped down a hundred packs for hundred stacks
And I'm sold through a hole through the wall, I'm controlling you all
So who am I?
My pipe game is wicked
And an hour get you by and it can be kinda fitted
Who am I?

I might last for five minutes, but that's all right
Because that 25 Mitch will get you high all night
So who am I?
I'm born to kill blacks
And I'm made in the U.S. I'm known as crack

So who am I?
Very small, and I stashed in walls
(Who am I?)
I get you high and I'm smoked in halls
(Who am I?)
You must come if hear me call

So who am I?
I'm kinda wild, I do a killing with a smile
(Who am I?)
I move in file when you hear me go blau
(Who am I?)
I'm Teflon so how you like me now?
So who am I?

Yo, I travel at the speed of light and it ain't right
And I quick to run up and take your life in the night
I hang with cops and thugs and they call me slugs
Just like Christmas I light shit up

I got cousins and clips
That hang around bloods and crips
Mostly found around your drugs and whips
Find me in a artery

Somewhere in your body
While your lying there leaking
Looking at Lord saying, "Soddy"
I was shot at the best

(Fly)
Hit many vests
But 9 out of 10 I pierce through many chests
Colorblind, hell if I'm not like fuck it
Kids and ladies and even babies kick the bucket

S'more like a rich bitch in the store shopping
Seven I pop, there'll be a lotta niggas dropping
Majority, minority die when I fuck
But I mean I'm just a bullet and I don't give a fuck

I'm kinda wild, I do a killing with a smile
(Who am I?)
I move in file when you hear me go blau
(Who am I?)
I'm Teflon so how you like me now?
Who am I?

Unseen and I'm quick to do a killing
(Who am I?)
I move fast and I laugh at penicillin'
(Who am I?)
The type of nigga that'd make ya die
So who am I?

You can find me in your body if you don't use protection
It's fifty cent all your fucking life learn a lesson
I'm small but deadly, break a nigga down
I know you heard my name 'cause nigga I get around

Now I pray on the ones who lust for sex and drugs
Shooting out dicks and needles polluting your blood
When I see you, and I see you
Corrupt and I'm up and who you fucking, who she fucking

Yo, I'm the biggest nigga on your block
And I kill more niggas than your glock, like or not
I'm outta control, pull your body outta your soul
Than I laugh as I watch your family watch you fold

Now you can catch me but can't kill me
Try to scare but you can't feel me
Mothafuckers just don't hear me in the year 2010
Probably be the end, I just spread around the world and I do it again

Unseen and I'm quick to do a killing
(Who am I?)
I move fast and I laugh at penicillin'
(Who am I?)
The type of nigga that'd make ya die
So who am I?
What, what

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Cops &Amp; Robbers - Lyrics - Dj Clue

Title: Cops &Amp; Robbers
Artist: Dj Clue
Composer(s): Hugo Peretti, Shawn Hamilton, Luigi Creatore, K Ifill, Ernesto Shaw, George David Weiss, P Kane, A Best

Lyric:
Either you be real or you be dead
Hey you a killer, be a killer
That's the rules to this game
In the court of the law
With let niggas that feel ya
They know cat dealers
But with some new shit like Clue shit
We strap for this thriller

You hit the crack house, you pull a Mack out
Cock the Mack back, blow his back out
And take the back route
And that's what that's about
Understand? I wan't cash in hand
This shit is real, never phony
Don't come short with my money

I'll only tell you once Tony
"Don't fuck me, don't you ever try to fuck me"
If so, trust me, you outta luck B
And try to sit high where them drugs be
Filthy rich looking broke
Fuck a bitch I wan't the world trust

Keeping Feds of my ass
I gotta think fast
'Cause black man white town
You know this shit won't last
We try to bubble like ass
Stay low, got to hurl that cash
Into the trouble blow past
That's how you do it

We got cops and robbers
Niggas and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars
Moving stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets
We got blocks to get
So heads up, guns cock
Don't get rocked to this

We got cops and robbers
Niggas and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars
Moving stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets
We got blocks to get
So heads up, guns cock
Don't get rocked to this

Now if the good die young
Then what the fuck that makes me?
And who the fuck are you to rape me?
Less then the best, bulletproof love
The thugs holding it down in the decks
And for the frauds I got techs
Heading straight for your chest

Feel me on this
My word is priceless
You can't pawn this
I might diss drop jewels
The way I cop jewels
The way my nine drops fools
The way my mind influence
What's a nigga to do a murder
Type of shit you never heard of

From jimbos to fat burger
On some last long shit
I be doing this forever like that nigga Von Zeil
Plus I calm shit, I bomb shit
I had alot of Brooklyn niggas
Saying "Yeah them Bronx niggas they get down"

So hold your heat up, and move fast
You got to keep up
Because Clue, Minnesota
Lord Tariq run these streets what
Nigga peep up, talking to the sidewalk
And there's nothing to comprehend
When my nine talks

We got cops and robbers
Niggas and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars
Moving stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets
We got blocks to get
So heads up, guns cock
Don't get rocked to this

We got cops and robbers
Niggas and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars
Moving stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets
We got blocks to get
So heads up, guns cock
Don't get rocked to this

I peep the Devil screaming BK
'Cause I rock for big
Live like pop did, shells couldn't stop the kid
In some rap I pack, used to be in passing for crack
Molka type of lid with a passing for stacks
Dreads call me African Black named after my medicine
Street veteran with one gun
Killed eleven men

It's too crazy, y'all fake tough guys with full Gazi's
Blue Mercedes, three pounds under the blue avy
Bomb crews my mind power beyond you
Now I push your hair line back
Do what the con's do
I warned you, and sworn no talking
Bring the thing out

Got the block surrounded like cops
And shots rang out
Animal instinct, blood type is thoroughbred
Run with the rough heads
Leave you in another buroughbed
Respect my hood, like the heats do
B K to the Bronx
Poor kane, Lord Tariq & Clue

We got cops and robbers
Niggas and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars
Moving stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets
We got blocks to get
So heads up, guns cock
Don't get rocked to this

We got cops and robbers
Niggas and spicks
Flashy cars, ghetto stars
Moving stones and bricks
It ain't over on the streets
We got blocks to get
So heads up, guns cock
Don't get rocked to this

DJ Clue, Professional
Rockerfella

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