Lord Tariq has a solo album The Barcode that features Peter Gunz and his son Cory Gunz. Lord Tariq had also done a collaboration with Jay-Z and Shaq in 1998 on a song titled "Analyze This". A Remix later surfaced with Shaq's verse taken off and a new verse from Nas.
Déjà Vu
Lord Tariq Lyrics
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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
And I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew
I sip Cristal, Dom P, Mo' with the pistol
Just 'cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should misdoubt
Keep 'em in the 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, niggas 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 TECs on sets that been tryna flex
Like Dex, nigga, God rest your soul
But when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, ho
New York niggas got crazy game
But outta town niggas is all the same
Brooklyn niggas get crazy loot
That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot
Harlem niggas know how to play
Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay
Niggas 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
Now 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
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 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 niggas keep they own shadow
And I strap for my foes like a saddle
I rock stones, other niggas 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 youse a small-time nigga, 'bout a half an ounce now
New York niggas got crazy game
But outta town niggas is all the same
Brooklyn niggas got crazy loot
That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot
Harlem niggas know how to play
Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay
Niggas 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
Now 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
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., you know what I mean?
N.Y. and world wide
The verses in Lord Tariq's song Deja Vu present a picture of life in New York City. In the first verse, Peter Gunz talks about his love for the Bronx, the place where he honed his balling skills and grew up with his family. He uses street language to explain his life on the street and his gun as a means of protection against the haters that come his way. The chorus takes us around different New York neighborhoods, showing that while there may be differences between them, they all have one thing in common - a deep love for their city. Lord Tariq highlights the importance of the Bronx in the rap music scene of the time, and how it has shaped the industry forever.
In the second verse, Lord Tariq gives us a glimpse into the street life in New York, where one has to be tough to survive. He talks about his investments and lavish lifestyle, a stark contrast to Gunz's lifestyle. He brags about his style and uses language that is specific to Soundview, his neighbourhood. Tariq asserts his dominance by telling others to watch their step around him, as he will not hesitate to put them in their place. Through the verses, Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz highlight the varied lifestyles within New York City and how different neighbourhoods develop their own distinct cultures.
Line by Line Meaning
New York to the heart, but got love for all
Although I am from New York, I have love for everyone
Lie and die in the fire, where I learned to ball
I learned to succeed in the tough streets of New York
Uptown is the place where I lay my dome
I live in Uptown
On the streets of the Bronx where my fa-mi-ly roam
My family and I roam the streets of the Bronx
Hoe damn it, we home, Peter got a nine millimeter
We're finally back home, and I'm carrying a gun for protection
Playa haters can feel the flame from my heater
My gun is a warning to anyone who wants to mess with me
I never really liked to play a fool like that
I never enjoyed acting foolish
But I love to succeed and see foes fall flat...
I love succeeding and watching my enemies fail
... splat, like Deja Vu
It happens again and again, like deja vu
And I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew
I have another loaded magazine that can stun your crew
I sip Cristal, Dom P, Mo' with pist-al
I drink expensive alcohol and carry a gun with me
Just cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should misdoubt
Just because I'm drunk doesn't mean you should underestimate me
Keep em near da fifties and, hundreds all arranged
I keep my money organized in 50s and 100s
Anything less than that, you keep the change
If you can't give me change for a $50 or $100 bill, you can keep it
Not filthy rich, but bitch I'm barely broke
I'm not extremely rich, but I'm not poor either
Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope
I have a talent for rapping that can become addictive
Friends call me Gunz, sons call me trife
My friends call me Gunz, and my children call me trife
Cause I'm quick to slide off and slide this dick up in your wife
I'm known for sleeping with other men's wives
And that's life, you should learn how to treat her
That's just how it is, you should treat your wife better
I guarantee Peter, knows how to eat her
I promise you, I know how to please a woman
and beat her, niggaz in the Bronx call me Lex
I'm known in the Bronx as Lex, who beats women
cause I push a Lex, and I rock a Rolex
I drive a Lexus and wear a Rolex watch
and I lounge on Lex', and I love sex
I relax on Lexington Avenue, and enjoy sex
And I wave techs on sets that be tryin to flex
I show off my guns to those who try to challenge me
Like Dex, nigga God rest your soul
Rest in peace to Dex, who died
But when you're playin cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, ho
If you're playing cards with me, don't back down
New York niggaz got crazy game
People from New York are very skilled and talented
But outta town niggaz is all the same
People from outside of New York are all similar
Brooklyn niggaz get crazy loot
People from Brooklyn make a lot of money
That's because when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot
They have no fear when it comes to conflict, and are willing to use guns
Harlem niggaz know how to play
People from Harlem are very skilled at certain things
Mack the 600, gettin crazy pay
Driving a Mercedes Benz 600 makes a lot of money
Niggaz outta Queens got shit on lock
People from Queens have the situation under control
Strapped with the glock, runnin up in yo' spot
They carry a gun and can enter your place of residence quickly
But if it wasn't for the Bronx
Without the Bronx
this rap shit probably never would be going on
Rap music might not exist
so tell me where you from?
So where are you from?
Uptown baby, uptown baby
I'm from Uptown
We gets down baby, up for the crown baby
We party and strive for success
Yo, the RM-80, is parked in the lot
My motorcycle is parked in the lot
Right next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked
It's parked next to a Mercedes, and I have my gun ready
For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around
It's risky to walk around in these dangerous neighborhoods
thinking shit's gravy; stop me? Maybe
If you think everything's fine, you might be surprised. You might not be able to stop me.
I'm livin life lawless, makin big investments
I live my life without following the law, and make big investments
on them 8-class flawless, and hoes call us
I invest in expensive cars and women are attracted to me
I'm comfortable like Ri-carro, two quarters of my life
I'm as comfortable as Ricarro, who is a wealthy man. I've lived half of my life
walkin roads type narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by
I walk down difficult paths and follow my own thoughts
Puffin high, got my mind's eye, points sharper
I'm high on marijuana, and my mind is sharp
than an arrow gettin high, keep your eye on the sparrow
My mind is sharper than an arrow, so pay attention to what I'm saying
Riches like the pharoahe, bought a new five
I'm wealthy like a pharaoh, and I just bought a new BMW 5 Series
with the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo
I have a compartment for my women, and my trunk is full of ammunition
Keep my toast closer than most niggaz keep they own shadow
I keep my gun closer to me than most people keep their own shadow
and I strap for my foes like a saddle
I carry a gun to defend myself against my enemies
I rock stones, other niggaz rock gravel
I wear expensive jewelry, while others wear cheaper pieces
Talk shit? Whatever have you, I'm from Soundview
If you want to talk trash, I'm not intimidated. I'm from Soundview
Bronx most wanted, front get confronted
I'm one of the most wanted people in the Bronx. If you confront me, you'll have trouble
Playa, we rollin deep in the one point five hundreds
We have a group of people and we're riding around in a Mercedes Benz CLS 550
Like Big I., red eyed, mad blunted
We're like Biggie Smalls, high on marijuana
You step outside and get blooded have your whole block flooded
If you go outside, you'll get hurt and your entire neighborhood will be affected
With the Bronx it's a warnin, stormin guns out
The Bronx is a warning. People carry guns and are ready for conflict
From, Dusk Til Dawn and it's on, no doubt
From sunrise to sunset, we are ready for conflict
Keep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roamin about
Watch your woman when I'm around
And put a eye on yo' lip nigga, watch yo' mouth
Watch what you say, or you'll get hurt
I'm from the Bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house
I'm from the Bronx, so clean yourself before entering my home
cause youse a small-time nigga, bout a half an ounce now
You're not important, you only have a small amount of drugs
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Donald Jay Fagen, Walter Carl Becker
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@funkmasterfishdatdamnfish7442
Anyone else is going through all their favorite jams thinking about how life was back in the days ? Tell me I'm not the only one ✌🏼️
@robbingrafton4364
Ur not 1/23/22🙌🏽❤️🥰🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥
@jondoe2099
Yea man, came here from that island boy trash to remind myself that the people favored skill at 1 point in time. Wtf happened.
@sarahdacruz2032
Same here
@tamaramoton9406
You’re not the only one
@antoinettebrooks7495
Ur definitely not the only one all day everyday
@kingtyson713
People forget how big this song was when it came out.
@Rahsaun77
King Tyson I was living in Hawaii at the time, it was the song of spring/summer ‘98. (Correction)
@AliothSenator
You mean Steely Dan's Black Cow from the 70's? Right?
@majinoyal
And, the Jerry Rivera Amores Como El Nuestro sample. 🇵🇷💪🏽💪🏾💪🏿