Tote Gunz
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
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
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
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
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Writer(s): Lawrence Krsone Parker, Parker
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