Cross Bronx Expressway (Madlib Remix)

Lyrics

[Chorus: Fat Joe] Cross Bronx with Gunz, my man On the South Side of town wit a brick in my hand Forrest (Melrose), McKinley (The Boulevard) Washington (Patterson), Courtland (Uh) I'm on the Cross Bronx with Gunz, my man On the South Side of town wit a brick in my hand Brook Ave. (Cypress), Hunts Point (Saint John) Little Vil (Trinity), Creston (Walton) [Verse 1: Peter Gunz] Yo, I had a dream that a team had a scheme keepin' 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 knowin' I'm really goin' and feelin' I'm showin' That my main objective is Benz and Lexuses Cop Rolexeses, get bigot in Tеxases So fierce bitchеs they be callin' me exorcist Far from a 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 switchin' shit Tellin' people don't play that, you gotta play this Tellin' crew you ain't sayin' 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 [Chorus: Peter Gunz] 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) Ho 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), Concourse (Jerome Ave) 3rd Ave (Ogden), Webster (Simpson, uh) [Verse 2: Big Pun] Yo, we the Bronx avengers, partners in these peelan adventures We the monster niggas in your dreams that be stompin' ya senseless So be consciencious, if you march against us, I'ma call my gentas And you nondescripters gonna have to face the consequences We large percentage and you small change hittin' niggas Long range, chrome gauge leavin' niggas John Blaze Crime pays if you nice with yours, the Bronx is where You fight for yours, yce your cross, slice cigars, light cigars All day, wildin', freestylin' in the hallways Broadway ain't got more drama than Watson off of Colgate This ain't the old days shorties is bustin', ain't no fuckin' jokin' Some nigga called me a German, I had to bust him open My brothers holdin' me down with heavy artillery Chevys and Willys' be chilin' in front of every facility Joeys from Trinity so he reps 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 restin' zone, come on nigga test your throne I'm blessed with chrome, so leave your vest at home