Walter Becker - Deja Vu (Uptown Baby) lyrics

[Produced by KNS] [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 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 pist-al Just cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should misdoubt Keep em near da fifties and, hundreds all arranged Anything less than that, you keep the change Not filthy rich, but b**h 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, n***as in the Bronx call me Lex Cause I push a Lex, and I rock a Rolex And I lounge on Lex, and I love s** And I wave techs on sets that be tryin to flex Like Dex, n***a God rest your soul But when you're playin cards for Gunz, it ain't no time to fold [Pre-Hook: Peter Gunz] New York n***as got crazy game But outta town n***as is all the same Brooklyn n***as get crazy loot That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot Harlem n***as know how to play Mack the 600, getting crazy pay n***as outta Queens got sh** on lock Strapped with the Glock, running up in your spot [Hook: Lord Tariq (Peter Gunz)] But if it wasn't for the Bronx This rap sh** 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 sh** 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) [Lord Tariq] Yo the RM-80, is parked in the lot Right next to the Mercedes, keep the heat co*ked For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around Thinking sh**'s gravy; stop me? Maybe I'm livin life lawless, makin big investments On them 8-cla** 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 n***as keep they own shadow And I strap for my foes like a saddle I rock stones, other n***as rock gravel Talk sh**? 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' b**h when I'm roamin about And put a eye on yo' lip n***a, watch yo' mouth I'm from the Bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house Cause you's a small-time n***a, bout a half an ounce now [Pre-Hook: Peter Gunz] New York n***as got crazy game But outta town n***as is all the same Brooklyn n***as get crazy loot That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot Harlem n***as know how to play Mack the 600, getting crazy pay n***as outta Queens got sh** on lock Strapped with the Glock, running up in your spot [Hook: Lord Tariq (Peter Gunz)] But if it wasn't for the Bronx This rap sh** 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 sh** 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) [Outro: Lord Tariq, Peter Gunz] 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. ya know what I mean N.Y. and world wide