Uh-huh, whatchu thought? Uh-huh, we was Uh-huh, whatchu thought? Yeah yeah thought? uh, uh, uh Yo, yo, back again, that? Back again What's Word come on
A north face and skully hat don't make you a A army suit, a of timbs don't make you a thug An ill mug and a gat don't make you a A real thug is a thug hush
A north face and skully hat don't make you a A suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug An ill mug and a gat make you a thug A real thug is a thug hush
Yo, yo, yo, it, check it Let us begin', KRS, winnin' again, KRS one did it KRS bigger them, look at them they bit it again I think my gun just gonna start again
Click clack, I always back call my name I go get that In fact we 'em out, to a deserted route The returns, you must learn, the word is out
No highly respected, front page records Off the hook, yet still Are you teachin' yourself, teachin' I'm like history itself
Criminal minded, you've been again Lookin' for my style you can't it again You can find these others that may sound like But it comes to the hands they don't get down like Kris
They never ran up in the clubs a hundred thugs Never had the respect of crips and Never B.O., they never knew big pun They never battled MC's, they never bust gun
They don't know that, all they is that show dat That's audio tape if you don't know that Now go back and get my name 'Fore I snatch platinum from 'round your neck
A doo rag a platinum chain don't you a thug A fat ride with chrome make you a thug That guy talk don't make you a thug A real thug is a thug that's
A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a A fat with chrome don't make you a thug That tough guy don't make you a thug A real is a thug that's hush
Word, yeah, uh-huh, yo Yo, yo, yo hit 'em What the world to me? H I P H O P And S I M, O N E and G O D, I low key
I go to Hell, and slap up Satan Then return to Heaven, where Larock is waitin' Resurrection, just like my brown When I speak, I don't need from the heat
I walk these and I'm quick to hit first Throw on any beat be quick to spit first And rip town, I one look around And all you is, "Get down, get down, get down"
Knowledge supreme, I stay on blast why these rappers want me to go on last That's the truth, the fact, that's the deal Forget sex appeal, my tech is
And my rep is real, KRS Woo-woop-woop, that's the of EMS The rag on head, it best stay white I can turn that red in a mintue aight
Now go and get my name correct 'Fore I snatch them diamonds from your neck Once again, get my name 'Fore I snatch that from 'round your neck
A north and skully hat don't make you a thug A army suit, a pair of timbs make you a thug An ill mug and a gat don't make you a A thug is a thug that's hush
A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a A fat with chrome don't make you a thug That tough guy talk make you a thug A real thug is a thug that's
Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo To all my heads who see an improvement In hip-hop culture, join movement We more glocks than my man Freddie Fox The knowledge I to the click it don't stop
That hardcore Godcore, ready to war Rock shock more top your pop tour I'm sure I'll drop the grade to When the return, I don't chase Deniro
Like where yo? Where yo? livin' in fear yo a jungle sometime, but I got my spear yo The album's 'Sneak attack', that's what it is KRS-One facts to kids
A army suit, a pair of don't make you a thug That tough guy don't make you a thug An ill mug and a gat don't make you a A real is a thug that's hush
A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a A north and skully hat don't make you a thug A fat ride with don't make you a thug A real thug is a thug hush