("One... two... three... four...")
[KRS One singing: to the tune of 'Ebony and Ivory']
KRS and Melodie... live together with D Nice and Harmony
Side by side with Rebecca D Square Sidney
B...D...P...!
("One... two... three... four...") Yes!
Chorus: KRS One
I got a hundred gun two hundred clips
Goin to New York New York
I got a hundred gun two hundred clips
Goin to New York New York
Verse One: KRS-One
Well, I'm drivin my car, cross country
With a hundred 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 ov-ah"
The guns are in the trunk, with a thin cov-ah
They ax me for ID, driver's license prefer
Me ax 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 the bwoy head top
His knees just-a-buckle, and his body-a-drop
