Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz-Deja Vu(Uptown baby)



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
Oh, damn it, we home
Peter got a nine millimeter
Playa hata's can feel the flame from my heater
I never really liked to play a fool like that
But I love to succeed c-4's four flat

Splat,  like Deja Vu
And I got another clip that will daze ya crew
I sip Chrystal, Dom P., Mo' with pistol
Just cuz I'm pissy it don't mean you should misdoubt
Keep 'em in the fifties and hundreds, all arranged
Anything less than that, you keep the change
Now filthy rich, but bitch I'm belly broke
Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope
Friends call me Gunz, sons call me trife
Cuz the freak to slide off will slide his 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
Niggas in the Bronx could relax cuz I push a Lex
And I rock a Rolex, and I lounge on 'Lacs
And I love sex
And I wave tecs on sets that be tryin' to flex
Like decks, nigga, God rest your soul 
But when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, ho

1 -     New York niggas got crazy game
        But outta town niggas is all the same
        Brooklyn niggas get crazy loot
        That's cuz when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot
        Harlem niggas know how to play
        Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay
        Niggas outta Queens got shit on lock
        Strapped wit the glock, run it up in your spot

2 -     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

        Now 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

Yo, the RM80 is parked in the lot
Right next to the Mercedes
Keep the heat cocked
For these blocks that are shaddy
You're crazy if you walk around thinking shit is gravey
Stop me, and maybe, I'm living life lawless
Makin' big investments on them 8-class flawless
And hoes call us
I'm comfortable like Ricaro
Two quarters of my life walkin' roads tight and narrow

Deep thoughts which I abide by
I puff and hide, got my mind's eye
Point sharper than an arrow, gettin' high
Keep your eye on a sparrow
Riches like the pharoh
Bought a new five wit the snitches for these hoes
Trunk full of ammo
Keep my toes close than most niggas keep they own shadow
And I strap for my foes like a saddle

I rock stones, other niggas 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 guy, red eyed, mad blunt it
You step outside and get blooded
Have yo' whole block flooded
Wit the Bronx it's a warning, stormin' Gunz out from dusk till dawn
And it's on, no doubt
Keep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roaming 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
Cuz you's a small-time nigga
'Bout a half an ounce now

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Uh, Peter Gunz like what
Uh, The Lord Tariq is like what
Uh, Soundview like what
Uh, One seventy-fourth like what
Uh, Monty Boss like what
Uh, The Gun Runners like what
Uh, and KNS like what
Uh, and Uptown like what
Shao-lin, 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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