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One, two, three, four, KRS and Melodie Live together with D-Nice and Harmony Side by side with Rebecca, D-Square Sidney, BDP, one, two, three, four, yes
I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New York I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New York
Well, I'm drivin' my car cross country With a 100 guns and about six G Me drivin 'through a town, me see two cops They lookin' at me funny like they really want stop
Me just turn my head and gwan on me way Put hip-hop ina 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 breakin' 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 ina de 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
I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New York I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New York (One, two, three, four)
Me in a hotel, off ninety-five 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 copper hit the ground Pump, pump, pump, second copper go down
Me jump out the window, tryin' 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 me hands in the air Cops just surroundin' 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 said, "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 Anyway you put it, they'll get in the city"
(One, two, three, four) So still, I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New York I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New York I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New York I got a 100 gun, 200 clips, goin' to New York, New York, fiyah (One, two, three, four)