100 Guns Lyrics by Boogie Down Productions

100 Guns Lyrics

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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

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    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!!

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