Deja vu de Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz

Deja vulord tariqnew 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 fa-mi-ly 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 splat, like deja vuand i got another clip that'll daze y'all crewi sip cristal, dom p, mo' with pist-aljust cause i'm pissy, don't mean you should misdoubtkeep 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 trifecause 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 herand beat her, niggaz in the bronx call me lexcause 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, hochorus: peter gunz, lord tariq (two parts)new 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?pg: uptown baby, uptown babypg: we gets down baby, up for the crown baby(repeat 2x)yo, 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 ri-carro, 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 pharoahe, 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 housecause youse a small-time nigga, bout a half an ounce nowchorusoutro: lord tariq, peter gunzuh, peter gunz like whatuh, the lord tariq is like whatuh, soundview like whatuh, one-seventy-fourth like whatuh, money boss like whatuh, the gun runners like whatuh, and kns like whatuh, and uptown like whatshao-lin, play, play onstrong isle, play play on and amt. vern, play play onand yonkers, play play on and aputtin' it down for ya know what i and world wide