100 Guns

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 (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
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 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!