We Run NYv

Hahahahahahaaaaa

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Geyeeah! As we take a journey to the darkside

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from Hell and beyond the knotty headed nigga era has triumphed

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a new ever! If you don't know your bitch ass better

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axe somebody! Shoot em up!

[Glo] The Hurricane G is live and in color

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[Glo] We run you motherfuckers!

[Red] The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color

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[Red] We run you motherfuckers!

[R+G] Puffin mad spliffs, so fuck a bitch

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

Hahahahahahaaaa! Dr. Trevis

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is in the motherfuckin house

With a couple of sick patients for your bitch ass

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Yeahhh!

Verse One: Hurricane G, Redman

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 niggaz move keys uptown

Red and Hurricane G, SO HOW YOU LIKE US NOW?!!?!

Chorus: repeat 4X

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Yeah

Verse Two: Hurricane G

(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

(hahahahaa) cause I'm furious!

How dare you motherFUCKERS, forget about the ultimate

funk, BITTTTTCH 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 th-a-a-a-ang

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)

Verse Three: Redman

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 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 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!!

Outro: Dr. Trevis

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Hahahaha, we take you to the darkside

Come travel

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on our metaphoric futuristic type shit

As we blow your brains like spliffs

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Dr. Trevis is outta here

For the nine-fo' you stank... bitch

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Yeahh

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