Deja Vu (Uptown Baby) Lyrics

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



Hoe, 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, Don P, Mo' with pistol

Just 'cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should mis doubt



Keep 'em near da 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



Niggaz 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 techs on sets that be tryin' to flex

Like Dex, nigga, God rest your soul

But when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, hoe



New York niggaz got crazy game

But outta town niggaz is all the same

Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot

That's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot



Harlem niggaz know how to play

Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay

Niggaz 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

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 Ricarro, 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 niggaz keep they own shadow

And I strap for my foes like a saddle

I rock stones, other niggaz 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 you'se a small-time nigga, 'bout a half an ounce now



New York niggaz got crazy game

But outta town niggaz is all the same

Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot

That's because when it's beef, they ain't scared to shoot



Harlem niggaz know how to play

Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay

Niggaz 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

We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby



Peter Gunz like what? The Lord Tariq is like what?

Soundview like what? One-seventy-fourth like what?

Money Boss like what? The Gun Runners like what?

And KNS like what? And Uptown like what?



Shaolin, 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