Streets 2 Da Stage

Verse 1: Peter Gunz
It's been a long time comin, but I came
Coulda drove a n*gga crazy, but I'm sane
Been a lotta fun, lotta pain
Lotta sh*t changed, I use to hop trains
Now I'm hoppin in planes headed for Lanes
I use to have a job but I quit
n*ggas in the Bronx called me lex
Now they call me mothaf*ckin six
b*tches use to front now they switch
Cause they walk by tappin my di*k lickin they lips
See me in the Bronx strollin
Down the muthaf*ckin street, holdin
Nothin but mothaf*ckin heat
Surrounded by thirty n*ggas with thirty dirty guns
Some (S-S-S-O-O-O) n*ggas that'll rip you from yo neck to yo lung
Have you lyin in a pool of your blood swallowin tongue
As sweet as it look don't get it twisted
Or get twisted too, right up in your mothaf*ckin biscuit
I remember when my P-O said Peto
You need to get yo sh*t together and see the C-O
That's when I dazed ya crew with Deja Vu
And rounded up a hundred thugs that's blaze y'all too

Chorus: Lord Tariq
Now from the streets to da stage
From movin stones and bricks
To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)
Peter Gunz and ya don't stop
And Killer Cam and ya won't stop

Verse 2: Cam'Ron
Ayo my transporter 65
Ya all know the deal
J. Barfield drive a '82 oldsmobile
Keep a low appeal, but oh yo he's so for real
I stick to old timers (why) cause the old squel
They be the first to snitch so you alert a chick
If she settle Cam I'ma hurt the b*tch
And I don't care who she mess with
Rest with, put too much time and effort
To get a deficit, f*ck the relevant
Affections what you better get, stay on defense
Cause when you see me tense
It's about to be a real wild sequence
Got to debench and we hot
Like a weed spot, let off three shots
Spray pee tops, bout to take the customers to we got
So we switch now, Don's house come with three rots
And um Harlem n*ggas know how to play
Cause I got the 600 and the rest of y'all want it

Chorus: Lord Tariq
Now from the streets to da stage
From movin stones and bricks
To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)
Killa Cam and ya don't stop
The Lord Tariq and ya won't stop

Verse 3: Lord Tariq
The Lord Tariq, a Bronx n*gga, n*gga I get around
8th ave., bright lights n*ggas, all tops down
I turn yo smiles to frowns
And get you clown n*ggas sick
When I come around I got yo b*tch on my di*k
Uptown movin nothin but stones and bricks
Since '86 I was ownin sh*t, I'm born to flick
A O to an 8th, 8th to keys and quick
We gettin chased by the P's and sh*t
Tearin up the turnpike when I burn right
And a man's position is based on when he earns right
Well from silly to willy n*gg-az wit big cas, that gotta connect
I walk the world gettin Gotti respect
I got a lot to inject to all those who oppose the BX
And to my hoes how you want those cash or check
Wire or charge, my di*k is hard b*tch thanx
I ain't got no money cause I ain't yo f*ckin bank
Feds still lookin, searchin all through Brooklyn
But I'm in the Bronx takin paper that's tooken
Headed Southbound out of town with a pound of the brown
f*ck the fun, I'm gettin mon, it's no time to f*ck around
I gotta stash full of guns and we pumpin the sounds
Pack the coke in vaseline foolin the drug hounds
A big n*gga I'm soon to be now
The block is hot but I'm ice so I'm coolin it down
I gained weight stepped it up stepped off the pitcher's mound
I got the money the power and the b*tches now
Feds takin pictures now
The thugs wanna get ya now
But I got somethin for you thugs, take this n*gga, blaow
Shot that n*gga down in his town
First round, ding, bell ring it's on
Now who's the next n*gga dead in my next song, mothaf*cka

Chorus: Lord Tariq
Now from the streets to da stage
From movin stones and bricks
To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)
Lord Tariq and ya don't stop
And Peter Gunz and ya won't stop

Chorus: Lord Tariq
Now from the streets to da stage
From movin stones and bricks
To makin hits and ridin round in a six (a come on)
Uptown and ya don't stop
The Boogie Down and ya won't stop