Artist: Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz Album: Deja Vu 12" / MTV Exclusive Song: Deja Vu (Uptown Baby) (Clean Version) Typed by: no1wammy@hotmail.com [Verse 1: Peter Gunz] I'm 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 damnit, we home Peter got a dime Playa haters can feel the flame from my [{*heater*}] I never really liked to play a fool like that But I love to succeed to see foes fall flat Splat Like Deja Vu And I got another rhyme that'll daze y'all crew I sip Cristal, Dom P, Mo' in the crystal Just cause I'm tipsy don't mean you should misdoubt Peep 'em in the fifties, and Hundreds all arranged Anything less than that You keep the change Not filthy rich, but trick, I'm barely broke Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like [{*dope*}] Friends call me Gunz Some call me trife Cause I'm quick to slide off and slide this game to your wife And that's life You should learn how to treat her Guarantee Peter Knows how to greet her and meet her People in the Bronx call me Lex Cause I push a Lex, and I rock a Rolex And I lounge on Lex' And I love sex And you know I step on jacks that be tryin' to flex Like Dex Money, God, rest your soul But when you playin' cards for Gunz, ain't time to fold, ho! Chorus: Peter Gunz New York, New, got crazy game But out-of-town (???) all the same Brooklyn, Brook, get crazy loot That's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to [{*shoot*}] Harlem, Harl', know how to play Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay [{*Niggaz*}] outta Queens got [{*shit*}] on lock [{*Strapped*}] with the [{*glock*}], runnin' up in your spot [Tariq] But if it wasn't for the Bronx, this rap [{*shit*}] probably never Would be going on, so tell me where you from [Peter] Uptown baby Uptown baby We gets down baby I'm for the crown baby [Tariq] Now, if it wasn't for the Bronx, this rap [{*shit*}] probably never Would be going on, so tell me where you from [Peter] Uptown baby Uptown baby We gets down baby I'm for the crown baby [Verse 2: Lord Tariq] The RM-80 Is parked in the lot Right next to the Mercedes I keep the thing ready For these blocks that are shady You crazy if you walk around Thinkin' life's gravy, now, stop me (Maybe) I'm livin' life lawless Makin' big investments On an H class flawless, and girls call us I'm comfortable like Ricarro Two quarters of my life Walkin' roads tight, narrow And the thoughts that I abide by That stride my mind, got my mind's eye Points sharper Than an arrow, flyin' high, keep your eye on the sparrow Riches like the pharoahe Bought a new five With the snitches for these [{*hoes*}] Trunk full of [{*ammo*}] I keep my dawgs closer than most players keep they own shadow When I rap for my foes like I battle I rock stones While you bugs rock gravel You talk trap Whatever have you I'm from Soundview Bronx most wanted Front, get confronted Player, we rollin' deep in the one point five hundreds It's like Big I, we ride, and if you want it You step outside and get [{*blooded*}], I'll have your whole block flooded With the Bronx, it's a warning, storm in, let it out From Dusk Til Dawn, and it's on, no doubt Keep a eye on your chick when I'm roamin' about And put a eye on your lip, player Watch your mouth I'm from the Bronx, wipe your feet when you step in my house Cause you'se a small time figure, 'bout a half an ounce Now Repeat Chorus [Tariq] But if it wasn't for the Bronx, this rap [{*shit*}] probably never Would be going on, so tell me where you from [Peter] Uptown baby Uptown baby We gets down baby I'm for the crown baby