Redman: We run N.Y

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!