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Boogie Down Productions - 100 Guns lyrics
"One... two... three... four...") [KRS-One singing: to the tune of 'Ebony and Ivory'] KRS and Melodie... live together with D-Nice, and Harmony Side by side with Rebecca, D-Square, Sidney B...D...P...! ("One... two... three... four...") Yes! Chorus: KRS-One I got a hundred gun two hundred clips Goin to New York, New York I got a hundred gun two hundred clips Goin to New York, New York Verse One: KRS-One Well, I'm drivin my car, cross country With a hundred guns and about six G Me drivin through a town, me see two cops They lookin at me funny like they really want stop Me just turn my head, and gwan on me way Put hip-hop ina de tape and press play Me get one block and me hear "Pull ov-ah" The guns are in the trunk, with a thin cov-ah They ax me for ID, driver's license prefer Me ax them "Was I breakin any law, officer?" They said "Oh yes, you passed county line Niggers in these here parts now is a crime" I said "Is that so?", and cocked back me nine Bust two shots, ina the bwoy head top His knees just-a-buckle, and his body-a-drop Me put the car in drive, and me did not stop When I get to New York, I'm gonna set up shop Bwoy! Chorus ("One... two... three... four...") Verse Two: KRS-One Me in a hotel, off ninety-five North Everything's fine, and yes me on course Me walk to a bathroom, take a lickle leak But right out the window, I can hear the cops speak "We have the place surrounded we're about to move in" That's when I pick up my nine and just begin PUMP PUMP PUMP! First copper hit the ground PUMP PUMP PUMP! Second copper go down Me jump out the window, tryin not to make a sound Me run to the car, gunfire all around I start up the engine, bust the barricade All because illegally I want to get paid PUMP PUMP PUMP! There goes my tire Me spun out of control, the car caught on fire Me jump out the car, put me hands in the air Cops just surrounding me with pistols everywhere They put me in the backseat of their car handcuffed Pushed out them chests like they're big rough and tough A cop come and said "You'll never sell your guns now" I said "It doesn't matter, YOU'LL sell them anyhow You take the guns from me, you sell them for a fee Anyway you put it, they'll get in the city" Hahaha... so still Chorus 2X FIYAH |
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