100 Guns

Lyrics

[Intro (to the tune of "Ebony and Ivory")] K.R.S. and Melodie Live together with D-Nice and Harmony Side by side with Rebekah, D-Square, Sidney B.D.P.! Yes! [Chorus (to the tune of "100 Weight Collie Weed")] I got a hundred guns, two hundred clips Going to New York, New York I got a hundred gun, two hundred clips Going to New York, New York [Verse 1] Well – I'm driving my car, cross country With a hundred guns and about 6 G Me driving through a town, me see two cops They're looking at me funny like they really wan' stop Me just turn my head, and gwan on me way Put Hip-Hop inna de tape and press play Me get one block and me hear, "Pull over!" The guns are in the trunk with a thin cover They ask me for ID, driver's license prefer Me ask them, "Was I breaking any law, officer?" They said, "Oh, yes! You passed county line Niggers in these here parts now is a crime" I said "Is that so?" and cocked back me nine Bust two shots inna the bwoy head top His knees just a-buckle and his body a-drop Me put the car in drive and me did not stop When I get to New York, I'm gonna set up shop Bwoy! [Chorus] I got a hundred gun, two hundred clips Going to New York, New York I got a hundred gun, two hundred clips Going to New York, New York [Verse 2] Me in a hotel, off 95 North Everything's fine, and, yes, me on course Me walk to a bathroom, take a lickle leak But right out the window, I can hear the cops speak "We have the place surrounded, we're about to move in!" That's when I pick up my nine and just begin Pump! Pump! Pump! First cop a-hit the ground Pump! Pump! Pump! Second cop a-go down Me jump out the window, trying not to make a sound Me run to the car, gunfire all around I start up the engine, bust the barricade All because illegally I want to get paid Pump! Pump! Pump! There goes my tire Me spun out of control, the car caught on fire Me jump out the car, put my hands in the air Cops just surrounding me with pistols everywhere They put me in the backseat of their car handcuffed Pushed out them chests like they're big, rough, and tough A cop come and sai,d "You'll never sell your guns now" I said "It doesn't matter, you'll sell them anyhow You take the guns from me, you sell them for a fee Any way you put it, they'll get in the city" Hahahaha... so, still...! [Chorus] I got a hundred gun, two hundred clips Going to New York, New York I got a hundred gun, two hundred clips Going to New York, New York I got a hundred gun, two hundred clips Going to New York, New York I got a hundred gun, two hundred clips Going to New York, New York Fiyah!