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    We Run N.y.

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    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 ass better
    Watch out
    Axe somebody, shoot 'em up
    The Hurricane G is live and in color
    Watch out
    We run you motherfuckers
    The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color
    Watch out
    We run you motherfuckers
    Puffin' mad spliffs, so fuck 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 motherfuckin' house
    With a couple of sick patients for your bitch ass
    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 motherfuckers, forget about the ultimate funk,bitch 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' thang
    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, 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 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 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
    Motherfucker
    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
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