100 Guns

[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 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

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!