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