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New York to the heart but got love for allLie and die in the fire where I learned to ballUptown is the place where I lay my domeOn the streets of the Bronx where my family roamHoe, damn it, we home, Peter got a nine millimeterPlaya haters can feel the flame from my heaterI never really liked to play a fool like thatBut I love to succeed and see foes fall flatSplat like Deja VuAnd I got another clip that'll daze y'all crewI sip Cristal, Don P, Mo' with pistolSongtexteJust 'cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should mis doubtKeep 'em near da fifties and hundreds all arrangedAnything less than that, you keep the changeNot filthy rich but bitch, I'm barely brokeBlessed with flows that keep you hooked like dopeFriends call me Gunz, sons call me Trife'Cause I'm quick to slide off and slide this dick up in your wifeAnd that's life, you should learn how to treat herI guarantee, Peter knows how to eat her and beat herNiggaz in the Bronx call me Lex'Cause I push a Lex and I rock a RolexAnd I lounge on Lex' and I love sexAnd I wave techs on sets that be tryin' to flexLike Dex, nigga, God rest your soulBut when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, hoeNew York niggaz got crazy gameBut outta town niggaz is all the sameBrooklyn niggaz get crazy lootThat's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shootHarlem niggaz know how to playMack the 600, gettin' crazy payNiggaz outta Queens got shit on lockStrapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spotBut if it wasn't for the BronxThis rap shit probably never would be going onSo tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, babyWe gets down, baby, up for the crown, babyWe gets down, baby, up for the crown, babyYo, the RM 80 is parked in the lotRight next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cockedFor these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk aroundThinking shit's gravy, stop me? MaybeI'm livin' life lawless, makin' big investmentsOn them 8 class flawless and hoes call usI'm comfortable like Ricarro, two quarters of my lifeWalkin' roads, type, narrow, deep thoughts which I abide byPuffin' high, got my mind's eye, points sharperThan an arrow gettin' high, keep your eye on the sparrowRiches like the Pharaoh, bought a new fiveWith the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammoKeep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadowAnd I strap for my foes like a saddleI rock stones, other niggaz rock gravelTalk shit? Whatever have you, I'm from SoundviewBronx most wanted, front get confrontedPlaya, we rollin' deep in the one point five hundredsLike Big I., red eyed, mad bluntedYou step outside and get blooded, have your whole block floodedWith the Bronx, it's a warnin', stormin' guns outFrom, 'Dusk Til Dawn' and it's on, no doubtKeep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roamin' aboutAnd put a eye on yo' lip, nigga, watch yo' mouthI'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 nowNew York niggaz got crazy gameBut outta town niggaz is all the sameBrooklyn niggaz get crazy lootThat's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shootHarlem niggaz know how to playMack the 600, gettin' crazy payNiggaz outta Queens got shit on lockStrapped with the glock, runnin' up in yo' spotBut if it wasn't for the BronxThis rap shit probably never would be going onSo tell me where you from? Uptown, baby, uptown, babyWe gets down, baby, up for the crown, babyWe gets down, baby, up for the crown, babyPeter 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 onStrong Isle, play, play on and aMt. Vern, play play onAnd Yonkers, play play on and aPuttin' it down for N.Y., ya know what I mean?N.Y. and world wide Aus Songtexte Mania