Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lord Tariq
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald Fagen
Composer
Walter Becker
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
KNS
Producer
Eric Beasley
Co-Producer
Kevin Mitchell
Executive Producer
Vince Reynolds
Editing Engineer
DJ Nastee
Engineer
Ken "Duro" Ifill
Engineer
Kathy Rich
Assistant Engineer
Tony Gonzalez
Assistant Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
One, two
(One, two)
Ladies and gentlemen
All rise for the national anthem of the world
It's Lord Tariq and Peter Gun, Déjà Vu
Get your hands out your sleeve
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
Hoe, damn it we home
Peter got a ****
Player 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
[Verse 4]
Splat, like Déjà Vu
And I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew
I sip Cristal, Dom P, more with the pistol
Just 'cause I'm pissy don't mean you should misdoubt
[Verse 5]
Keep 'em near the fifties and hundreds all arranged
Anything less than that
You keep the change
Not filthy rich but **** I'm barely broke
Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope
[Verse 6]
Friends call me Gunz, sons call me trife
'Cause I'm quick to slide off and slide this **** up in your wife
And that's life
You should learn how to treat her
I guarantee Peter knows how to **** her
[Verse 7]
And ****
Is 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 **** on sets that be trying to flex
Like Dex, **** God rest your soul
But when you're playing cards for Gunz, it ain't no time to fold, hoe
[Verse 8]
New York, New York's got crazy game
But outta town, outta town it's all the same
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, crazy loot
That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot
Harlem, Harlem know how to play
Mack the six hundred getting crazy pay
**** outta Queens got **** on lock
Strapped with the ****, running up in your spot
[Verse 9]
But if it wasn't for the Bronx
This rap **** 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
[Verse 10]
Now if it wasn't for the Bronx
This rap **** 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
[Verse 11]
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 **** gravy
Stop me?
Maybe
[Verse 12]
I'm living life lawless
Making big investments on them eight class flawless
And **** call us
I'm comfortable like Ricaro
Two quarters of my life walking roads, type, narrow
Deep thoughts which I abide by
Puffing high got my minds eye
Points sharper than an arrow getting high
Keep your eye on the sparrow
[Verse 13]
Riches like the Pharaoh
Bout a new five with the snitches for these ****
Trunk full of ammo
Keep my toast closer than most **** keep they own shadow
And I strap for my foes like a saddle
I rock stones, other **** rock gravel
Talk shit?
Whatever have you
I'm from Soundview
[Verse 14]
Bronx most wanted
Front get confronted
Player, we rolling deep in the one point five hundreds
Like Big I, red eyed, mad ****
You step outside and get blooded
Have your whole block flooded
With the Bronx it's a warning
Storming guns out
From dusk 'til dawn and it's on, no doubt
[Verse 15]
Keep an eye on your **** when I'm roaming about
And put an eye on your lip ****, watch your mouth
I'm from the Bronx
Wipe your feet when you step in my house
'Cause you a small time ****, about a half an ounce now
[Verse 16]
New York, New York's got crazy game
But outta town, outta town it's all the same
Brooklyn, Brooklyn, crazy loot
That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot
Harlem, Harlem know how to play
Mack the six hundred getting crazy pay
**** outta Queens got **** on lock
Strapped with the ****, running up in your spot
[Verse 17]
But if it wasn't for the Bronx
This rap **** 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
[Verse 18]
Now if it wasn't for the Bronx
This rap **** 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
[Verse 19]
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
[Verse 20]
Shaolin, play, play on
Strong Isle, play, play on and a
Mt. Vern, play, play on
And Yonkers, play, play on and a
Putting it down for N.Y. ya know what I mean
N.Y. and world wide
Written by: Donald Fagen, Walter Becker