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Yo Kenny Parker what up! |
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KRS in the building |
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Yo these cats all talkin' about |
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They run this, they run that |
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Motherfucker's don't run shit |
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KRS-one in this piece |
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Ya'll wanna battle? Let's go! |
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[Hook:] |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(Don't forget it) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(Don't forget) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(Let's take these cats back) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(What ya'll think) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(Huh) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(Let's show these cats Kenny) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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They some hoes, watch what they say |
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There's pictures of they asses with price tags on Ebay |
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Deja vu the matrix must be havin' glitches |
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I could have sworn I just smashed these short bitches |
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You need to look up to me Cause right now all ya'll rhymin' right where my dick is |
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You just lost, you can't believe |
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This club is like Iraq you the U.S. you need to leave |
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Battle Kris? Please I'll blaze two guns |
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Have yo ass lookin' like Saddam's two sons |
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This that real shit wild |
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You look like some kid that got gassed after watchin' 8 Mile |
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Now pull up your pride neo |
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How'd I beat you? |
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Did it have anything to do with the mic I speak through? |
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No, but if you wanna get far |
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Don't think you pussy |
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Know you are |
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That's why |
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[Hook:] |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(That's right) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(Don't forget it) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(New York) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(That's real) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(New York) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(Huh) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(Yeah, in case you forgot) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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Shoot out, shoot out |
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Everybody wind up |
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You doubt, you doubt |
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KRS, well now you fucked Poop out, Poop out |
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Through your face and your gut |
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Waive the Glock in your boy face like what |
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You talk that junk, but you really all punk |
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I'll smash you and your man |
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Com'on double up |
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That's why I got to double pump |
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So I could buck buck buck buck you up |
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You a fan of rap |
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I'm the man of rap |
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I'm lookin' for where hip hop's next land is at |
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You gettin' in my way? |
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Where them cannon's at |
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First thing you get hit with is a panic attack |
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Then you feel the steel |
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Of the gat to your back |
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Now you wonderin' why you even said all that |
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You could've left KRS-one way in the back |
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With his conscious raps and his old school tracks |
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But now? |
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[Hook:] |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(Huh Huh) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(Huh Huh) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(That's right) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(What, ya'll forgot?) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(What, you forgot?) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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(Ooooh) |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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I tote gunz, I make number runs |
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See, I'm the same guy that spit out "You Must Learn" |
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And "Spiritual Minded", but ya'll are not concern |
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You wanna take shots at me |
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And disrespect Tryin' to degrade my philosophys |
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But nope, ya'll crazy |
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I'll watch your brains ooze out like cracked jars of turkey gravy |
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God told me to slay thee |
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And I'm a get to it |
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No ifs ands buts or maybes |
