Текст песни Déjà Vu (Uptown Baby) - Lord Tariq & Peter Gunz
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
Hoe,
damn
it,
we
home,
Peter
got
a
nine
millimeter
Playa
haters
can
feel
the
flame
from
my
heater
I
never
really
liked
to
play
a
fool
like
that
But
I
love
to
succeed
and
see
foes
fall
flat
Splat
like
Deja
Vu
And
I
got
another
clip
that'll
daze
y'all
crew
I
sip
Cristal,
Don
P,
Mo'
with
pistol
Just
'cause
I'm
pissy,
don't
mean
you
should
mis
doubt
Keep
'em
near
da
fifties
and
hundreds
all
arranged
Anything
less
than
that,
you
keep
the
change
Not
filthy
rich
but
bitch,
I'm
barely
broke
Blessed
with
flows
that
keep
you
hooked
like
dope
Friends
call
me
Gunz,
sons
call
me
Trife
'Cause
I'm
quick
to
slide
off
and
slide
this
dick
up
in
your
wife
And
that's
life,
you
should
learn
how
to
treat
her
I
guarantee,
Peter
knows
how
to
eat
her
and
beat
her
Niggaz
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
I
wave
techs
on
sets
that
be
tryin'
to
flex
Like
Dex,
nigga,
God
rest
your
soul
But
when
you're
playin'
cards
for
Gunz,
it
ain't
time
to
fold,
hoe
New
York
niggaz
got
crazy
game
But
outta
town
niggaz
is
all
the
same
Brooklyn
niggaz
get
crazy
loot
That's
because
when
it's
beef,
they
ain't
scared
to
shoot
Harlem
niggaz
know
how
to
play
Mack
the
600,
gettin'
crazy
pay
Niggaz
outta
Queens
got
shit
on
lock
Strapped
with
the
glock,
runnin'
up
in
yo'
spot
But
if
it
wasn't
for
the
Bronx
This
rap
shit
probably
never
would
be
going
on
So
tell
me
where
you
from?
Uptown,
baby,
uptown,
baby
We
gets
down,
baby,
up
for
the
crown,
baby
We
gets
down,
baby,
up
for
the
crown,
baby
Yo,
the
RM
80
is
parked
in
the
lot
Right
next
to
the
Mercedes,
keep
the
heat
cocked
For
these
blocks
that
are
shady,
you're
crazy
if
you
walk
around
Thinking
shit's
gravy,
stop
me?
Maybe
I'm
livin'
life
lawless,
makin'
big
investments
On
them
8 class
flawless
and
hoes
call
us
I'm
comfortable
like
Ricarro,
two
quarters
of
my
life
Walkin'
roads,
type,
narrow,
deep
thoughts
which
I
abide
by
Puffin'
high,
got
my
mind's
eye,
points
sharper
Than
an
arrow
gettin'
high,
keep
your
eye
on
the
sparrow
Riches
like
the
Pharaoh,
bought
a
new
five
With
the
snitches
for
these
hoes,
trunk
full
of
ammo
Keep
my
toast
closer
than
most
niggaz
keep
they
own
shadow
And
I
strap
for
my
foes
like
a
saddle
I
rock
stones,
other
niggaz
rock
gravel
Talk
shit?
Whatever
have
you,
I'm
from
Soundview
Bronx
most
wanted,
front
get
confronted
Playa,
we
rollin'
deep
in
the
one
point
five
hundreds
Like
Big
I.,
red
eyed,
mad
blunted
You
step
outside
and
get
blooded,
have
your
whole
block
flooded
With
the
Bronx,
it's
a
warnin',
stormin'
guns
out
From,
'Dusk
Til
Dawn'
and
it's
on,
no
doubt
Keep
a
eye
on
yo'
bitch
when
I'm
roamin'
about
And
put
a
eye
on
yo'
lip,
nigga,
watch
yo'
mouth
I'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
now
New
York
niggaz
got
crazy
game
But
outta
town
niggaz
is
all
the
same
Brooklyn
niggaz
get
crazy
loot
That's
because
when
it's
beef,
they
ain't
scared
to
shoot
Harlem
niggaz
know
how
to
play
Mack
the
600,
gettin'
crazy
pay
Niggaz
outta
Queens
got
shit
on
lock
Strapped
with
the
glock,
runnin'
up
in
yo'
spot
But
if
it
wasn't
for
the
Bronx
This
rap
shit
probably
never
would
be
going
on
So
tell
me
where
you
from?
Uptown,
baby,
uptown,
baby
We
gets
down,
baby,
up
for
the
crown,
baby
We
gets
down,
baby,
up
for
the
crown,
baby
Peter
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
on
Strong
Isle,
play,
play
on
and
a
Mt.
Vern,
play
play
on
And
Yonkers,
play
play
on
and
a
Puttin'
it
down
for
N.Y.,
ya
know
what
I
mean?
N.Y.
and
world
wide
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