Letra We Run N.Y. de Redman original

Featuring Hurricane G
all KRS samples are from 'Sound Of Da Police' off _Return of the Boom Bap_


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
Red> The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color
KRS> Watch out!
Glo> We run you motherfuckers!
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!
is in the motherfuckin house
Hahahahahahaaaa! Dr. Trevis
KRS> Watch out!
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)
you wuss, you can't push push in the bush
Representin, comin out of Brooklyn, Flatbush

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!
Motherfucker, fuck you and your crew!
I got your wicked witch with a switch
So what nigga, is it you wanna do?
For the real trick deez who can dig it
In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the bitches
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
Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes
It's all in your mind, but what's yours is mine
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

I'm walkin through the sewer with manure on my socks
The Funk Doctor Spock, blast up on your block
So you talkin that baby talk like, Who's Talkin Now?
Your style, I freaked it when I was a child
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
Every verse every word I preach
Represents the East, long as the human eyes can see
And cause ruckus, like them L.O.D. motherfuckers
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!
For the nine-fo' you stank... bitch
Dr. Trevis is outta here
KRS> Watch out!
Yeahh
KRS> Watch out