Streets To Da Stage
Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz, Cam'ron
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It's been a long time comin' but I came
To the joke niggas crazy but I'm sane
It's been a lot of fun, lot of pain
Lot of shit changed
I used to hop trains, 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
Now they call me "motherfuckin' six"
Niggas used to front, now they switch
'Cause they walk by, tappin' my dick, lickin' they lips
See me in the Bronx strollin', down the motherfuckin' street
Holdin' nothin' but motherfuckin' heat
Surrounded by thirty niggas with thirty dirty guns
Some S, some O, some Nigga 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-dough
You need to get your shit together, or see the C.O."
That's when I dazed y'all crew with dรฉjร vu
And rounded up a hundred thugs that'll blaze y'all too
If it ain't about chips, it ain't about shit
Niggas and bricks or makin' hits, come on
P the Gunz, and you don't stop
And Killa Cam, and you won't stop
Ayo, my transporter, 65 year old, you know the deal
J. Barfield, drive an '82 Oldsmobile
Peep a low appeal, but oh yo, he's so for real
I stick to old timers (Why?) 'cause the hoes squeal
They be the first to snitch, so you alert a chick
If she fuck with Cam, I'mma hurt the bitch
And I don't care who she messed with, rest with
Put too much time and effort to get a deficit
Fuck the rhetoric, the practice which y'all better get
Stay on defense, 'cause when you see me tense
It's about to be a real wild sequence
Got deep bench and we hot, like a weed spot
Let off three shots, spray Detox
About to take the customers that we got
So we switch now, dime tops come with free rocks
And um, Harlem niggas know how to play
'Cause I got the 600 and the rest of y'all want it
If it ain't about chips, it ain't about shit
Niggas and bricks or makin' hits, come on
Killa Cam, and you don't stop
The Lord Tariq, and you won't stop
The Lord Tariq, a Bronx nigga, nigga, I get around
A fast bright lights, bust a nut all times down
I turn your smiles to frowns and get you clown ass niggas sick
When I come around I got your bitch on my dick
Uptown, movin' nothin' but stones and bricks
Since '86 I was on this shit, I'm born to flip
I order an eighth eighth, the ki's equipped
We gettin' chased by the P's and shit
Tearin' up the turnpike when I burn right
And a man's position is based on what he earns right?
Well from silly to willy niggas, we big as the Gotti connect
I walk the world gettin' Gotti respect
I got a lot to inject to all those who oppose the BX
And to my hoes, how you want those? Cash or check?
Wire or charge, my nigga, it's hard, nigga, thanks
I ain't got no money 'cause I ain't fuckin' with no bank
Feds still lookin', searchin' all through Brooklyn
But I'm in the Bronx takin' paper that's tooken
Headed Southbound out of town with a pound of the brown
Fuck for fun, I'm gettin' money, it's no time to fuck around
I got a stash full of guns and we pumpin' the sounds
Pack the coke in Vaseline, foolin' the drug hounds
A big nigga, I'm soon to be now
The block is hot, but I'm ice so I'm coolin' it down
I gained weight, stepped it up and stepped off the pitcher's mound
I got the money, the power, and the bitches now
Feds takin' pictures now, the thugs wanna get you now
But I got somethin' for you thugs, niggas
Blaow, shot that nigga down
In his town, first round, ding, bell rings, it's on
Now who's the next nigga dead in my next song?
If it ain't about chips, it ain't about shit
Niggas and bricks or makin' hits, come on
The Lord Tariq, and you don't stop
And P the Gunz, and you won't stop
If it ain't about chips, it ain't about shit
Niggas and bricks or makin' hits, come on
Uptown, and you don't stop
The Boogie Down, and you won't stop