Yo Kenny Parker up! (Whooooooooooo) KRS in the Yo these cats all talkin' run this, they run that Motherfucker's don't run KRS-one in this Ya'll battle? go!
I tote gunz, I number runs (Don't it) I tote gunz, I make runs (Don't forget) I tote gunz, I make number (Let's take these back) I tote gunz, I number runs I tote gunz, I number runs (What think) I gunz, I make number runs (Huh) I tote gunz, I make number (Let's these cats Kenny)
They some hoes, watch what say There's pictures of they with price tags on Ebay vu the matrix must be havin' glitches I could have sworn I just smashed short bitches You need to up to me right now all ya'll rhymin' right where my dick is You just lost, you can't club is like Iraq you the U.S. you need to leave Battle Kris? I'll blaze two guns Have yo ass lookin' like two sons This that shit wild You look like some kid that got gassed watchin' 8 Mile Now pull up your neo How'd I beat Did it have to do with the mic I speak through? No, but if you get far Don't think you you are why
I tote gunz, I make runs (That's right) I gunz, I make number runs (Don't it) I tote gunz, I number runs (New York) I tote gunz, I number runs (That's real) I tote gunz, I make number (New York) I tote gunz, I make runs (Huh) I tote gunz, I make number (Yeah, in you forgot) I gunz, I make number runs
out, shoot out Everybody up You doubt, you KRS, now you fucked out, Poop out Through your and your gut Waive the Glock in boy face like what You talk that junk, but you really all I'll you and your man Com'on up That's why I got to double So I could buck buck buck you up You a fan of rap I'm the man of rap I'm lookin' for where hip hop's land is at You in my way? Where cannon's at First thing you get hit is a panic attack Then you feel the Of the gat to back Now you wonderin' why you even said all You left KRS-one way in the back With his raps and his old school tracks But
I tote gunz, I make runs (Huh Huh) I tote gunz, I make runs (Huh Huh) I tote gunz, I make number (That's right) I tote gunz, I make runs (What, forgot?) I tote gunz, I make number (What, you forgot?) I tote gunz, I make number (ooooh) I tote gunz, I make number I tote gunz, I make number
See, I'm the same guy that out "You Must Learn" And "Spiritual Minded", but ya'll are not You wanna take shots at me, and Tryin' to degrade my
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But nope, crazy I'll watch brains ooze out like cracked jars of turkey gravy God me to slay thee And get to it No ifs ands or maybes