We Run N.Y. lyrics

[Production by Reggie Noble]

[Intro 1: Dr. Trevis & KRS-One]
Hahahahahahaaaaa
Watch out!
Geyeeah! As we take a journey to the darkside
Watch out!
From Hell and beyond, the knotty-headed n*gga era has triumphed
Watch out!
A new era! If you don't know, your b*tch ass better
Watch out!
Ask somebody! Shoot 'em up!

[Intro 2: Hurricane G, Redman, Both & KRS-One]
The Hurricane G is live and in colour
Watch out!
We run you motherf*ckers!
The Funk Doctor Spot coming live and in color
Watch out!
We run you motherf*ckers!
Puffin' mad spliffs, so f*ck a b*tch
And a n*gga, 'cause n*ggas, and b*tches ain't sh*t!

[Intro 3: Dr. Trevis & KRS-One]
Hahahahahahaaaa! Dr. Trevis
Watch out!
Is in the motherf*ckin' house
With a couple of sick patients for your b*tch ass
Watch out!
Yeahhh!
[Verse 1: Hurricane G & Redman]
The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk
(Hoo-hah!! Wild like Shaolin monks)
Representin', comin' out of Brooklyn, Flatbush
You wuss, you can't push push in the bush
Well uh, let's take a journey to hell and beyond
Where the bomb grows on palms, and bags labeled Cheech and Chong
The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and
Bandana, then I rock jams like Santana
I move MC's like n*ggas move keys uptown
Red and Hurricane G, SO HOW YOU LIKE US NOW?!!?!

[Chorus: KRS-One & Redman]
Watch out! We run New York
Yeah
Watch out! We run New York
Yeah
Watch out! We run New York
Yeah
Watch out! We run New York
Yeah
(Hurricane G, hit 'em one time)

[Verse 2: Hurricane G]
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
So I hook back what you took!
I take my funk and my religion serious
Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house n*ggas delirious
(Hahahahaa) cause I'm furious!
How dare you motherf*ckERS, forget about the ultimate
Funk, BITTTTTCH n*gga!
I got your wicked witch with a switch
Motherf*cker, f*ck you and your crew!
So what n*gga, is it you wanna do?
In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the b*tches
For the real trick deez who can dig it
Cause after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat
Word to my big di*k boriquas in the back
The queen of the East coast, funk gangsta pack buddha
On the rhyme since eighty-nine
It's all in your mind, but what's yours is mines
Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes
Now! It ain't a n*gga who could hang
Or pop yang, about a motherf*ckin th-a-a-a-ang
And uh, f*ck any b*tch who can't hang
I'm representin b*tches universal!
It go, one for the biz, on the bizness
Which y'all blesses with God's blessings, do you see?
Hurricane and Redman original steel
Latin Queens in the house!!
So n*gga swing it over here on these big fat tits!!
(Titties, hahahahahaa)
[Verse 3: Redman]
The Funk Doctor Spot, blast up on your block
I'm walkin through the sewer with manure on my socks
Your style, I freaked it when I was a child
So you talkin that baby talk like, Who's Talkin Now?
Verbally I crush, brains erupt
Blow your focus, like you sniffin angel dust
Run of the mill I'm not, watch me kill a c*ck-sucker
And cause ruckus, like them L.O.D. motherf*ckers
Every verse every word I preach
Represents the East, long as the human eyes can see
Gimme that funk funk funk funk funk funk funk funk beat!
I light a blunt for n*ggas up in Sing-Sing
I do it to death, style is funk that's fresh
Remove your vest, you just won the wet t-shirt contest
And I'm hotter, than the Globetrotters in the Bahamas
I got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and almonds
Eager, as a n*gga wantin my sh*t to dub
Cause my sh*t be BANGIN like the Crips and Bloods
Troop, I flew the coop like Big Bird in Timb boots
I Skywalk the planet like my code name was Luke
From the darkside, I'm from the darkside Pah
I'm Above the Law like Steven Seagal
Motherf*cker!!

[Outro: Dr. Trevis & KRS-One]
Watch out!
Hahahaha, we take you to the darkside
Come travel
Watch out!
On our metaphoric futuristic type sh*t
As we blow your brains like spliffs
Watch out!
Dr. Trevis is outta here
For the nine-fo' you stank... b*tch
Watch out!
Yeahh
Watch out!