We Run N.Y.

Hahahahahaha
Watch out! 
Geyeah! As we take a journey to the darkside (watch out!)
From hell and beyond the knotty headed nigga era has triumphed (watch out!) 
A new era!
If you don't know your bitch ass better (watch out!) ask somebody! Shoot em up! 

The Hurricane G is live and in color (watch out!) 
We run you motherfuckers! 
The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color (watch out!) 
We run you motherfuckers! 

Puffin' mad spliffs, so fuck a bitch 
And a nigga, 'cause niggas, and bitches ain't shit! 
Hahahahahahaa! 
Dr. Trevis is in the motherfuckin' house 
With a couple of sick patients for your bitch ass (watch out!) 
Yeah! 

The Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk 
(Hoo-hah! Wild like Shaolin monks) 
Representin', comin' out of Brooklyn, Flatbush 
You wuss, you can't push push in the bush 

Well uh, let's take a journey to hell and beyond 
Where the bomb grows on palms, and bags labelled Cheech and Chong 
The Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro and bandanna
Then I rock jams like Santana 
I move MC's like niggas move keys uptown 
Red and Hurricane G, so how you like us now?! 

Watch out! We run New York (yeah)
Watch out! We run New York (yeah)
Watch out! We run New York (yeah)
Watch out! We run New York (yeah) (Hurricane G hit em one time)
 
From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooks 
So I holds back what you took! 
I take my funk and my religion serious 
Sanctify y'all and leave y'all house niggas delirious 
(Hahahaha) 'cause I'm furious! 

How dare you motherfuckers, forget about the ultimate 
Funk, bitch nigga! 
I got your wicked witch with a switch 
Motherfucker, fuck you and your crew! 
So what nigga, is it you want to do? 
In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the bitches 
For the real trick deez who can dig it 
'Cause after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fat 

Word to mom, big dick boricuas in the back 
The queen of the East coast, funk gangsta pack buddha 
On the rhyme since eighty-nine 
It's all in your mind, but what's yours is mine 
Your dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymes 
Now! It ain't a nigga who could hang 
Or pop yang, about a motherfuckin' thang 
And uh, fuck any bitch who can't hang 
I'm representin' bitches universal! 

It go, one for the biz, on the bizness 
Which y'all blesses with God's blessings, do you see? 
Hurricane and Redman original steel 
Latin Queens in the house!
So nigga swing it over here on these big fat tits (titties, hahahahahaa) 

The Funk Doctor Spock, blast up on your block 
I'm walkin' through the sewer with manure on my socks 
Your style, I freaked it when I was a child 
So you talkin' that baby talk like, Who's Talkin Now? 
Verbally I crush, brains erupt 
Blow your focus, like you sniffin' angel dust 
Run of the mill I'm not, watch me kill a cock-sucker 
And cause ruckus, like them L.O.D. Motherfuckers
 
Every verse, every word I preach 
Represents the East, long as the human eyes can see 
Gimme that funk funk funk funk funk funk funk funk beat! 
I light a blunt for niggas up in Sing-Sing 
I do it to death, style is funk that's fresh 
Remove your vest, you just won the wet t-shirt contest 
And I'm hotter, than the Globetrotters in the Bahamas 
I got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and I'm as 
Eager, as nigga wantin' my shit to dub 
'Cause my shit be bangin' like the Crips and Bloods 
Troop, I flew the coop like Big Bird in Timb boots 
I Skywalk the planet like my code name was Luke 
From the darkside, I'm from the darkside Pah 
I'm Above the Law like Steven Segall 
Motherfucker!

(Watch out) hahahaha, we take you to the darkside 
Come travel on our metaphoric futuristic type shit 
As we blow your brains like spliffs (watch out!)
Dr. Trevis is outta here 
For the nine-fo' you stank bitch (watch out!)
Yeah (watch out!)