We Run N.Y.

<br>* all KRS samples are from &quot;Sound Of Da Police&quot; off _Return of the Boom Bap_<br><br>Intro: Dr. Trevis, Hurricane G, Redman<br><br>Hahahahahahaaaaa<br>[KRS] Watch out!<br>Geyeeah! As we take a journey to the darkside<br>[KRS] Watch out!<br>from Hell and beyond, the knotty-headed nigga era has triumphed<br>[KRS] Watch out!<br>a new ever! If you don`t know, your bitch ass better<br>[KRS] Watch out!<br>axe somebody! Shoot em up!<br><br>[Glo] The Hurricane G is live and in color<br>[KRS] Watch out!<br>[Glo] We run you motherfuckers!<br>[Red] The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color<br>[KRS] Watch out!<br>[Red] We run you motherfuckers!<br>[R+G] Puffin mad spliffs, so fuck a bitch<br> and a nigga, cause niggaz, and bitches ain`t shit!<br>Hahahahahahaaaa! Dr. Trevis<br>[KRS] Watch out!<br>is in the motherfuckin house<br>With a couple of sick patients for your bitch ass<br>[KRS] Watch out!<br>Yeahhh!<br><br>Verse One: Hurricane G, Redman<br><br>The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk<br>(Hoo-hah!! Wild like Shaolin monks)<br>Representin, comin out of Brooklyn, Flatbush<br>you wuss, you can`t push push in the bush<br><br>Well uh, let`s take a journey to hell and beyond<br>Where the bomb grows on palms, and bags labelled Cheech and Chong<br>The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and<br>bandanna, then I rock jams like Santana<br>I move MC`s like niggaz move keys uptown<br>Red and Hurricane G, SO HOW YOU LIKE US NOW?!!?!<br><br>Chorus: repeat 4X<br><br>[KRS] Watch out! We run New York<br>Yeah<br><br>Verse Two: Hurricane G<br><br>(Hurricane G hit em one time)<br>From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks<br>So I holds back what you took!<br>I take my funk and my religion serious<br>Sanctify y`all and leave y`all house niggaz delirious<br>(hahahahaa) cause I`m furious!<br>How dare you motherFUCKERS, forget about the ultimate<br>funk, BITTTTTCH nigga!<br>I got your wicked witch with a switch<br>Motherfucker, fuck you and your crew!<br>So what nigga, is it you wanna do?<br>In ninety-fo` I kick the wicked for the bitches<br>For the real trick deez who can dig it<br>Cause after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat<br>Word to mom, big dick boricuas in the back<br>The queen of the East coast, funk gangsta pack buddha<br>on the rhyme since eighty-nine<br>It`s all in your mind, but what`s yours is mine<br>Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes<br>Now! It ain`t a nigga who could hang<br>or pop yang, about a motherfuckin th-a-a-a-ang<br>And uh, fuck any bitch who can`t hang<br>I`m representin bitches universal!<br>It go, one for the biz, on the bizness<br>Which y`all blesses with God`s blessings, do you see?<br>Hurricane and Redman original steel<br>Latin Queens in the house!!<br>So nigga swing it over here on these big fat tits!!<br>(Titties, hahahahahaa)<br><br>Verse Three: Redman<br><br>The Funk Doctor Spock, blast up on your block<br>I`m walkin through the sewer with manure on my socks<br>Your style, I freaked it when I was a child<br>So you talkin that baby talk like, Who`s Talkin Now?<br>Verbally I crush, brains erupt<br>Blow your focus, like you sniffin angel dust<br>Run of the mill I`m not, watch me kill a cock-sucker<br>And cause ruckus, like them L.O.D. motherfuckers<br>Every verse every word I preach<br>Represents the East, long as the human eyes can see<br>Gimme that funk funk funk funk funk funk funk funk beat!<br>I light a blunt for niggaz up in Sing-Sing<br>I do it to death, style is funk that`s fresh<br>Remove your vest, you just won the wet t-shirt contest<br>And I`m hotter, than the Globetrotters in the Bahamas<br>I got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and almonds and I`m as<br>eager, as nigga wantin my shit to dub<br>Cause my shit be BANGIN like the Crips and Bloods<br>Troop, I flew the coop like Big Bird in Timb boots<br>I Skywalk the planet like my code name was Luke<br>From the darkside, I`m from the darkside Pah<br>I`m Above the Law like Steven Segall<br>Motherfucker!!<br><br>Outro: Dr. Trevis<br><br>[KRS] Watch out!<br>Hahahaha, we take you to the darkside<br>Come travel<br>[KRS] Watch out!<br>on our metaphoric futuristic type shit<br>As we blow your brains like spliffs<br>[KRS] Watch out!<br>Dr. Trevis is outta here<br>For the nine-fo` you stank... bitch<br>[KRS] Watch out!<br>Yeahh<br>[KRS] Watch out!