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
Ho 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, Dom P, Mo' with the pistol
Just 'cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should misdoubt
Keep 'em in the 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, niggas 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 TECs on sets that been tryna flex
Like Dex, nigga, God rest your soul
But when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, ho

New York niggas got crazy game
But outta town niggas is all the same
Brooklyn niggas get crazy loot
That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot
Harlem niggas know how to play
Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay
Niggas 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
Now 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

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 Recaro, 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 niggas keep they own shadow
And I strap for my foes like a saddle
I rock stones, other niggas 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 youse a small-time nigga, 'bout a half an ounce now

New York niggas got crazy game
But outta town niggas is all the same
Brooklyn niggas got crazy loot
That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot
Harlem niggas know how to play
Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay
Niggas 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
Now 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

Uh, Peter Gunz like what
Uh, The Lord Tariq is like what
Uh, Soundview like what
Uh, one-seventy-fourth like what
Uh, Money Boss like what
Uh, The Gun Runners like what
Uh, and KNS like what
Uh, and Uptown like what
Shao-lin, 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., you know what I mean?
N.Y. and world wide

Copyright: Songtrust Ave, Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Donald Jay Fagen, Walter Carl Becker