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[KRS-One Singing: To The Tune Of 'Ebony And Ivory']


KRS And Melodie... Live Together With D-Nice, And Harmony


Side By Side With Rebecca, D-Square, Sidney


B...D...P...!


("One... Two... Three... Four...") Yes!





Chorus: KRS-One





I Got A Hundred Gun Two Hundred Clips


Goin To New York, New York


I Got A Hundred Gun Two Hundred Clips


Goin To New York, New York





Verse One: KRS-One





Well, I'm Drivin My Car, Cross Country


With A Hundred Guns And About Six G


Me Drivin Through A Town, Me See Two Cops


They Lookin At Me Funny Like They Really Want Stop


Me Just Turn My Head, And Gwan On Me Way


Put Hip-hop Ina De Tape And Press Play


Me Get One Block And Me Hear "Pull Ov-ah"


The Guns Are In The Trunk, With A Thin Cov-ah


They Ax Me For ID, Driver's License Prefer


Me Ax Them "Was I Breakin Any Law, Officer?"


They Said "Oh Yes, You Passed County Line


Niggers In These Here Parts Now Is A Crime"


I Said "Is That So?", And Cocked Back Me Nine


Bust Two Shots, Ina The Bwoy Head Top


His Knees Just-a-buckle, And His Body-a-drop


Me Put The Car In Drive, And Me Did Not Stop


When I Get To New York, I'm Gonna Set Up Shop


Bwoy!





Chorus





("One... Two... Three... Four...")





Verse Two: KRS-One





Me In A Hotel, Off Ninety-five North


Everything's Fine, And Yes Me On Course


Me Walk To A Bathroom, Take A Lickle Leak


But Right Out The Window, I Can Hear The Cops Speak


"We Have The Place Surrounded We're About To Move In"


That's When I Pick Up My Nine And Just Begin


PUMP PUMP PUMP! First Copper Hit The Ground


PUMP PUMP PUMP! Second Copper Go Down


Me Jump Out The Window, Tryin Not To Make A Sound


Me Run To The Car, Gunfire All Around


I Start Up The Engine, Bust The Barricade


All Because Illegally I Want To Get Paid


PUMP PUMP PUMP! There Goes My Tire


Me Spun Out Of Control, The Car Caught On Fire


Me Jump Out The Car, Put Me Hands In The Air


Cops Just Surrounding Me With Pistols Everywhere


They Put Me In The Backseat Of Their Car Handcuffed


Pushed Out Them Chests Like They're Big Rough And Tough


A Cop Come And Said "You'll Never Sell Your Guns Now"


I Said "It Doesn't Matter, YOU'LL Sell Them Anyhow


You Take The Guns From Me, You Sell Them For A Fee


Anyway You Put It, They'll Get In The City"


Hahaha... So Still





Chorus 2X





FIYAH!!