Tote Gunz Lyrics - The Bdp Album - Krs One

Yo Kenny Parker what up! 

(Whooooooooooo) 

KRS in the building 

Yo these cats all talkin' about 

They run this, they run that 

Motherfucker's don't run shit 

KRS-one in this piece 

Ya'll wanna battle? 

Let's go! 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(Don't forget it) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(Don't forget) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(Let's take these cats back) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(What ya'll think) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(Huh) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(Let's show these cats Kenny) 

They some hoes, watch what they say 

There's pictures of they asses with price tags on Ebay 

Deja vu the matrix must be havin' glitches 

I could have sworn I just smashed these short bitches 

You need to look up to me 

'Cause right now all ya'll rhymin' right where my dick is 

You just lost, you can't believe 

This club is like Iraq you the U.S. you need to leave 

Battle Kris? Please I'll blaze two guns 

Have yo ass lookin' like Saddam's two sons 

This that real shit wild 

You look like some kid that got gassed after watchin' 8 Mile 

Now pull up your pride neo 

How'd I beat you? 

Did it have anything to do with the mic I speak through? 

No, but if you wanna get far 

Don't think you pussy 

Know you are 

That's why 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(That's right) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(Don't forget it) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(New York) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(That's real) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(New York) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(Huh) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(Yeah, in case you forgot) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

Shoot out, shoot out 

Everybody wind up 

You doubt, you doubt 

KRS, well now you fucked 

Poop out, Poop out 

Through your face and your gut 

Waive the Glock in your boy face like what 

You talk that junk, but you really all punk 

I'll smash you and your man 

Com'on double up 

That's why I got to double pump 

So I could buck buck buck buck you up 

You a fan of rap 

I'm the man of rap 

I'm lookin' for where hip hop's next land is at 

You gettin' in my way? 

Where them cannon's at 

First thing you get hit with is a panic attack 

Then you feel the steel 

Of the gat to your back 

Now you wonderin' why you even said all that 

You could've left KRS-one way in the back 

With his conscious raps and his old school tracks 

But now? 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(Huh Huh) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(Huh Huh) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(That's right) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(What, ya'll forgot?) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(What, you forgot?) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

(ooooh) 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

I tote gunz, I make number runs 

See, I'm the same guy that spit out "You Must Learn" 

And "Spiritual Minded", but ya'll are not concern 

You wanna take shots at me, and disrespect 

Tryin' to degrade my philosophys 

*****The Beat begins to fade 

But nope, ya'll crazy 

I'll watch your brains ooze out like cracked jars of turkey gravy 

God told me to slay thee 

And imma get to it 

No ifs ands buts or maybes