We Run NY Lyrics by Redman

We Run NY Lyrics

    Intro: Dr. Trevis, Hurricane G, Redman

    Hahahahahahaaaaa
    [KRS] Watch out!
    Geyeeah! As we take a journey to the darkside
    [KRS] Watch out!
    from Hell and beyond, the knotty-headed nigga era has triumphed
    [KRS] Watch out!
    a new ever! If you don't know, your bitch ass better
    [KRS] Watch out!
    axe somebody! Shoot em up!

    [Glo] The Hurricane G is live and in color
    [KRS] Watch out!
    [Glo] We run you motherfuckers!
    [Red] The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color
    [KRS] Watch out!
    [Red] We run you motherfuckers!
    [R+G] Puffin mad spliffs, so fuck a bitch
    and a nigga, cause niggaz, and bitches ain't shit!
    Hahahahahahaaaa! Dr. Trevis
    [KRS] Watch out!
    is in the motherfuckin house
    With a couple of sick patients for your bitch ass
    [KRS] Watch out!
    Yeahhh!

    Verse One: 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 labelled Cheech and Chong
    The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and
    bandanna, then I rock jams like Santana
    I move MC's like niggaz move keys uptown
    Red and Hurricane G, SO HOW YOU LIKE US NOW?!!?!

    Chorus: repeat 4X

    [KRS] Watch out! We run New York
    Yeah

    Verse Two: Hurricane G

    (Hurricane G hit em one time)
    From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks
    So I holds back what you took!
    I take my funk and my religion serious
    Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house niggaz delirious
    (hahahahaa) cause I'm furious!
    How dare you motherFUCKERS, forget about the ultimate
    funk, BITTTTTCH nigga!
    I got your wicked witch with a switch
    Motherfucker, fuck you and your crew!
    So what nigga, is it you wanna do?
    In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the bitches
    For the real trick deez who can dig it
    Cause after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat
    Word to mom, big dick boricuas 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 mine
    Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes
    Now! It ain't a nigga who could hang
    or pop yang, about a motherfuckin th-a-a-a-ang
    And uh, fuck any bitch who can't hang
    I'm representin bitches 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 nigga swing it over here on these big fat tits!!
    (Titties, hahahahahaa)

    Verse Three: Redman

    The Funk Doctor Spock, 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 cock-sucker
    And cause ruckus, like them L.O.D. motherfuckers
    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 niggaz 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 and I'm as
    eager, as nigga wantin my shit to dub
    Cause my shit 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 Segall
    Motherfucker!!

    Outro: Dr. Trevis

    [KRS] Watch out!
    Hahahaha, we take you to the darkside
    Come travel
    [KRS] Watch out!
    on our metaphoric futuristic type shit
    As we blow your brains like spliffs
    [KRS] Watch out!
    Dr. Trevis is outta here
    For the nine-fo' you stank... bitch
    [KRS] Watch out!
    Yeahh
    [KRS] Watch out!

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