We Run N.Y.

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha Watch out Ge, yeah, as we take a journey to the dark side Watch out From hell and beyond the knotty headed nigga era has triumphed Watch out A new ever, if you don't know your bitch a*s better Watch out Axe somebody, shoot 'em up The Hurricane G is live and in color Watch out We run you motherf**kers The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color Watch out We run you motherf**kers Puffin' mad spliffs, so f**k a bitch And a nigga, cause niggaz and bitches ain't shit Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Dr. Travis Watch out Is in the motherf**kin' house With a couple of sick patients for your bitch a*s Watch out Yeah The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk (Hoo-ha, wild like Shaolin' monks) Representin', comin' out of Brooklyn, Flat bush 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 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? Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah (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 (Ha, ha, ha, ha) 'Cause I'm furious How dare you motherf**kers, forget about the ultimate funk,bitch nigga I got your wicked witch with a switch motherf**ker f**k 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 d**k 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 motherf**kin' thang And uh, f**k 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, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) 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 s*cker And 'cause ruckus, like them L.O.D. motherf**kers 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 sky walk the planet like my code name was Luke From the dark side, I'm from the dark side Pahsky walk I'm above the law like Steven Segall Motherf**ker Watch out Ha, ha, ha, ha, we take you to the dark side Come travel Watch out On our metaphoric futuristic type shit As we blow your brains like spliffs Watch out Dr. Travis is outta here For the nine-fo' you stank bitch Watch out Yeah Watch out