Blackstreet: Peter Gunz (Gunz)
Lord Tariq (Riq) blackstreet (street)
In the house, it's a mix (mix)
Ugh (ugh) , yea ugh (ugh) the Gunz (Gunz)
It seems like everywhere I go
Haters wanna try and stop my flow
Sayin', "Is he really seein' dough?"
Well, I'm a see just to let roadie show
Then they wanna try to be my man
Hang around just to see the mack plan
Step aside my supply is in demand
Oh fella won't you come and take a stand?
Now when I walk in the door
Girls they be sayin', "Peter is off the wall
Love the way he ball
Got somethin' for all of y'all
Make ya hit the floor with the 4s
That be comin' cross to y'all
It ain't nothin' but the snare and the kitch
Ron sittin' there scratchin' yo head
When they remember where you
Get this hitch from
Wanna come and get some, Gunz
They love a one comin' with another one
And another one how he the brother done
Sayin' that you ball with the best
With the best
Say you want with the boogie white Lex
Comin' around
Your girlfriend runnin' it down
Playa hater I'm in yo bathroom
Comin' it down
Peter's just another cat from the Bronx
With the funk
And get the hoppin' whuppin in the TVs
In your trunks so tell me what you want
See you got the know - - - -just wanna be
Startin' somethin'
Now if Gunz gets money (yeah yeah)
And Lord gets money (yeah yeah)
And if y'all get money (yeah yeah)
Then we all get money (yeah yeah)
And I'm a represent the- ooh, ooh
Down, down, down, down do you like it? oh
Yeah, yeah do you like it, now
Yeah, yeah now do you like it? oh
Down, down, down, down i represent the -
Tell me that you like it, now yeah, yeah
Ay yo I pull up to the
Spot in a brand new Benz
Me and Track now this cause
We rellies in Rins
See me behind the wheel of a 6-0-0
Like a bank to deniro, I'm in
And then I step outside the club like what?
The Benz and the Roleys illuminatin'
The party with the f*ck
I can never be toe-up
I'm cris from the flow up
And I'm gettin' playas sick til they throw up
And I'm in a minds state of those
That have the world in a zone, in '88
The many cities I roam
New York City's my home it's legal money
So I got my next flooded with stones
And the Bronx like a quart of my own
And I'm from the Southeast, part of the Bx
Where money ain't a problem
And frequent city blocks from the Bronx
That I haul 'em in
Many find themselves in the obituary column
'Cause they wanna be
Peter Gunz: And there ain't nothin
But a blast from the past when I get gas
Lettin cats know my only
Mission's gettin cash, fast
Lord Tariq: Better ask the question
When the shit hit's the fan
Do you go and see the Lord about confession?
Peter Gunz:
And I'll be movin, groovin, showin and provin
Lettin niggas know what I be doing
Frontin on Peter will get you fronted
Lord Tariq:
I said these cowards wanna kill me
But it ain't too much for yall cats to do it
Just seal me, for real B
Now, say it to the world say it out loud
Say it to the world say it out loud
Whoo ooh
Blackstreet: Boogie down (boogie down)
Peter Gunz (ugh, ugh) lord Tariq (ugh, ugh)
Chauncy Black (ugh, ugh) dub C (ugh, ugh)
Blackstreet (ugh, ugh) little man (ugh, ugh)
In the mix (in the mix, ugh, ugh)
Boogie down (boogie down, ugh, ugh)
Yeah representin
Repeat to fade ugh (ugh)
Yeah, ugh (ugh, fade or repeat 7x)
