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We Run N.y. Lyrics - Dare Iz A Darkside - Redman

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha 

Watch out 

Ge, yeah, as we take a journey to the dark side 

Watch out 

From hell and beyond the knotty headed nigga era has triumphed 

Watch out 

A new ever, if you don't know your bitch ass better 

Watch out 

Axe 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 

 

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Puffin' mad spliffs, so fuck a bitch 

And a nigga, cause niggaz and bitches ain't shit 

Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, Dr. Travis 

Watch out 

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-ha, wild like Shaolin' monks) 

Representin', comin' out of Brooklyn, Flat bush 

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 labeled 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 niggaz 

Move keys uptown, red and Hurricane G, so how you like us now? 

 

Photos 

 

Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah 

Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah 

Watch out, we run N.Y., yeah 

Watch out, we run N.Y., 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 niggaz delirious 

(Ha, ha, ha, ha) 

'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 wanna 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, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha) 

 

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 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 niggaz 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 almonds 

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 sky walk the planet like my code name was Luke 

From the dark side, I'm from the dark side Pahsky walk 

I'm above the law like Steven Segall 

Motherfucker 

 

Watch out 

Ha, ha, ha, ha, we take you to the dark side 

Come travel 

Watch out 

On our metaphoric futuristic type shit 

As we blow your brains like spliffs 

 

Watch out 

Dr. Travis is outta here 

For the nine-fo' you stank bitch 

Watch out 

Yeah 

Watch out 

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