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