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 Shaquille O'Neal 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 & Peter Gunz 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 lyrics of Lord Tariq and Peter Gunz's song "Déjà Vu" is about the lifestyle of living in the Bronx in New York City. The song begins by stating that while they love New York City, they also have love for everyone. They continue by talking about growing up in the Bronx, with their friends and family, and how they always carry a 9 millimeter on them. They are not ones to mess with, and they make sure everyone knows that. People know them for their success, but they did not have to be a fool to get here. Being able to succeed while others fail is what they live for. The chorus focuses on where they come from and their pride in being from the Bronx. They make it clear that hip-hop music wouldn't be where it is today if it weren't for the Bronx.
The second half of the song goes back to their lifestyle living in the Bronx. They talk about the dangers of walking around certain areas, but that they are always ready for anything. They go on to discuss their many investments and the stones they rock vs. others who rock gravel. They have no problems getting into altercations and will not hesitate to pull out their weapon if necessary. The chorus repeats again, looking for those who are "up for the crown." They end the song by shouting out the areas within New York where people can relate to the struggles of living in the city.
Line by Line Meaning
New York to the heart, but got love for all
Although my heart is in New York, I have love for everyone
Lie and die in the fire, where I learned to ball
I am willing to go through trials and tribulations in the place where I learned to succeed
Uptown is the place where I lay my dome
Uptown is where I call home
On the streets of the Bronx where my family roam
My family is from the streets of the Bronx
Ho damn it, we home, Peter got a nine millimeter
We are home and Peter is armed with a nine millimeter gun
Playa haters feel the flame from my heater
My gun will cause harm to those who hate on me
I never really liked to play a fool like that
I do not like acting foolishly
But I love to succeed and see foes fall flat
I enjoy succeeding and seeing my enemies fail
Splat, like déjà vu
Foes will fall like they've already experienced their failure before
And I got another clip that'll daze y'all crew
I have another clip of ammunition that will harm your crew
I sip Cristal, Dom P, Mo' with the pistol
I drink expensive champagne while holding a gun
Just 'cause I'm pissy, don't mean you should misdoubt
Just because I'm drunk and acting foolishly, do not doubt me
Keep 'em in the fifties and, hundreds all arranged
I keep my money in fifty and hundred-dollar bills, all in order
Anything less than that, you keep the change
If I am given change less than a fifty or hundred-dollar bill, you can keep it
Not filthy rich, but, bitch, I'm barely broke
I am not wealthy, but I am not poor either
Blessed with flows that keep you hooked like dope
My rap flows are addictive and keep my listeners interested
Friends call me Gunz, sons call me trife
My friends call me Gunz, but my children call me a troublemaker
'Cause I'm quick to slide off and slide this dick up in your wife
I am quick to have sex with another man's wife
And that's life, you should learn how to treat her
That is life and other men should learn how to treat their wives better
I guarantee Peter, knows how to eat her
I can guarantee Peter knows how to satisfy a woman sexually
And beat her, niggas in the Bronx call me Lex
I am called Lex by people in the Bronx, where men resort to violence against 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 enjoy relaxing on Lexington Avenue and having sex
And I wave TECs on sets that been tryna flex
I show off my guns to people who try to act tough
Like Dex, nigga, God rest your soul
Like my deceased friend Dex, may God rest his soul
But when you're playin' cards for Gunz, it ain't time to fold, ho
When you're playing cards with me, do not fold just yet
New York niggas got crazy game
People from New York have a lot of skill
But outta town niggas is all the same
People from out of town are all similar
Brooklyn niggas get crazy loot
People from Brooklyn make a lot of money
That's 'cause when it's beef they ain't scared to shoot
They are not afraid to use guns when they face problems
Harlem niggas know how to play
People from Harlem have good skills
Mack the 600, gettin' crazy pay
My friend Mack is making a lot of money
Niggas outta Queens got shit on lock
People from Queens have their situations under control
Strapped with the Glock, runnin' up in yo' spot
They are armed with guns and will enter your area quickly
But if it wasn't for the Bronx
If it were not for the Bronx
This rap shit probably never would be going on
The rap genre may not have been as popular if it were not for the Bronx
So tell me where you from?
Can you tell me where you are from?
Uptown, baby, uptown, baby
I am from uptown
We gets down, baby, up for the crown, baby
We are skilled and ready to take over
Now if it wasn't for the Bronx
If it were not for the Bronx
Yo, the RM-80, is parked in the lot
My RM-80 motorcycle is parked in the lot
Right next to the Mercedes, keep the heat cocked
My Mercedes car is close by and my gun is ready
For these blocks that are shady, you're crazy if you walk around
It is dangerous to walk around these dangerous blocks
Thinking shit's gravy, stop me? Maybe
Do not think things will be easy and it is unlikely you will stop me
I'm livin life lawless, makin' big investments
I am living my life lawlessly and investing in big things
On them 8-class flawless, and hoes call us
I am investing in flawless things and women refer to us as attractive men
I'm comfortable like Recaro, two quarters of my life
I am comfortable living like Recaro racing seats and have lived half of my life
Walkin' roads type narrow, deep thoughts which I abide by
I have been through difficult times and abide by deep thoughts
Puffin' high, got my mind's eye, points sharper
I am smoking marijuana and my mind is sharp and focused
Than an arrow gettin' high, keep your eye on the sparrow
I am sharper than an arrow and ask others to pay attention to their goals
Riches like the pharaoh, bought a new five
I am wealthy like a pharaoh and have bought a new BMW 'Five' series car
With the snitches for these hoes, trunk full of ammo
I am equipped with guns and weaponry for my enemies
Keep my toast closer than most niggas keep they own shadow
I keep my gun closer than most people keep their own shadow
And I strap for my foes like a saddle
I am armed for my enemies like a rider with his saddle
I rock stones, other niggas rock gravel
I have diamonds while others have cheaper jewelry
Talk shit? Whatever have you, I'm from Soundview
If people talk poorly about me, I do not care because I am from Soundview
Bronx most wanted, front get confronted
I am wanted in the Bronx and will confront anyone who challenges me
Playa, we rollin' deep in the one point five hundreds
We are driving in Mercedes 1500s with a large group of people
Like Big I., red eyed, mad blunted
We are similar to rapper Biggie Smalls, red-eyed and high on marijuana
You step outside and get blooded have your whole block flooded
If you step outside you will be in danger and your entire neighborhood will be affected
With the Bronx, it's a warnin', stormin', guns out
In the Bronx, there is always a warning that trouble is coming and guns will be drawn
From dusk 'til dawn and it's on, no doubt
From morning until night, there is danger and there is no doubt
Keep a eye on yo' bitch when I'm roamin' about
Watch your woman when I am around
And put a eye on yo' lip, nigga, watch yo' mouth
Be careful with what you say around me and watch your mouth
I'm from the Bronx, wipe yo' feet when you step in my house
I am from the Bronx, please wipe your feet when entering my home
'Cause youse a small-time nigga, 'bout a half an ounce now
You are not important and only worth about a half an ounce of marijuana
Shao-lin, play, play on
People from Shaolin (Staten Island) should keep playing
Strong Isle, play play on and a
People from Strong Island (Long Island) should keep playing
Mt. Vern, play, play on
People from Mount Vernon should keep playing
And Yonkers, play, play on and a
People from Yonkers should keep playing
Puttin' it down for N.Y., you know what I mean?
Representing New York City, do you understand?
N.Y. and world wide
Representing New York City all around the world
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. 🇵🇷💪🏽💪🏾💪🏿