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Lord Tariq; Peter Gunz
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Yo check, the money's long now, the crew is strong now
I guess it's safe to say I'm on now
I romp through your town, with the four pound
I bust some doors down, I lay the laws down
With fake badges, posin' as cops, I put a hole in your knot
I roll through your block, holdin' a knot
We moldin' a rock, that's bigger than Prudential
Is what I'm into, I killed you and I meant to
Be glad for the flowers that a motherfucker sent you
I was high when I bent you, fuck it, I got things to see
There's people to do, there's places to be, there's bitches to screw
So nigga who you? I'm killin' your crew
I live in the view, a place where killers kill killers
And I'm iller than you, I'm realer than you
Straightforward like Kobe, y'all niggas can't hold me
From quiet to thug, a new age monster Cody
Rocks L's like David Bowie, but my rocks ain't music
From the mic, to the streets, however you wanna do it
I'm runnin' them through it, gunnin' them to it
Let you front with your fluid, I got a flow
In your waters, little shorter
You caught the lifestyle, and I'm holdin' the key
And with a gun I'm quite wild, you should be rollin' with me
Motherfuckers
Bronx blocks, hotter than a pistol
So must we bring the guns
'Cause money is the issue
So praise the Lord, and raise your guns
Yo, it's been a long time comin' but I came
Could've drove a nigga crazy but I'm sane
It's been a lot of fun, lot of pain, a lot of shit changed
I used to hop the train, now I'm hoppin' in planes headed to Maine
I used to have a job, but I quit
Niggas in the Bronx called me Lex
But now they call me motherfuckin' Six
Bitches used to front, now they switch
I mean they walk by, tappin' my dick, lickin' they lips
Find me in the Bronx strollin', down the motherfuckin' street
Holdin' nothin' but motherfuckin' heat
Surrounded by thirty niggas with thirty dirty guns
Some, Glock 9's, and some, old thirty-ones
Niggas that'll rip you from your neck to your lung
Have you lyin' in a pool of your blood swallowin' tongue
As sweet as it look, don't get it twisted
Or get twisted, too, right up in your motherfuckin' biscuit
I remember when my P.O. said, "P though
You need to get your shit together, or see the C.O."
That's when I, blazed y'all crew with Dรฉjร Vu
And rounded up a hundred thugs that'll blaze y'all too
Motherfucker
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