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Cross Bronx Expressway (Madlib Remix)

Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz, Fat Joe, Big Pun

Madlib Medicine Show, No. 12: Raw Medicine (Madlib Remixes), 2011, English

Lyrics

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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)
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
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)
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

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