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Intro: Dr. Trevis, Hurricane G, RedmanHahahahahahaaaaa[KRS] Watch out!Geyeeah! As we take a journey to the darkside[KRS] Watch out!from Hell and beyond, the knotty-headed nigga era has triumphed[KRS] Watch out!a new ever! If you don't know, your bitch ass better[KRS] Watch out!axe somebody! Shoot em up![Glo] The Hurricane G is live and in color[KRS] Watch out![Glo] We run you motherfuckers![Red] The Funk Doctor Spock coming live and in color[KRS] Watch out![Red] We run you motherfuckers![R+G] Puffin mad spliffs, so fuck a bitch and a nigga, cause niggaz, and bitches ain't shit!Hahahahahahaaaa! Dr. Trevis[KRS] Watch out!is in the motherfuckin houseWith a couple of sick patients for your bitch ass[KRS] Watch out!Yeahhh!Verse One: Hurricane G, RedmanThe Hurricane G is the ultimate funk, pop the trunk(Hoo-hah!! Wild like Shaolin monks)Representin, comin out of Brooklyn, Flatbushyou wuss, you can't push push in the bushWell uh, let's take a journey to hell and beyondWhere the bomb grows on palms, and bags labelled Cheech and ChongThe Jimi Hendrix of rap, I got an afro andbandanna, then I rock jams like SantanaI move MC's like niggaz move keys uptownRed and Hurricane G, SO HOW YOU LIKE US NOW?!!?!Chorus: repeat 4X[KRS] Watch out! We run New YorkYeahVerse Two: Hurricane G(Hurricane G hit em one time)From the Brook, taught how to trick by the real gangsta crooksSo I holds back what you took!I take my funk and my religion seriousSanctify y'all and leave y'all house niggaz delirious(hahahahaa) cause I'm furious!How dare you motherFUCKERS, forget about the ultimatefunk, BITTTTTCH nigga!I got your wicked witch with a switchMotherfucker, fuck you and your crew!So what nigga, is it you wanna do?In ninety-fo' I kick the wicked for the bitchesFor the real trick deez who can dig itCause after pop thought all that, Hurricane stay fatWord to mom, big dick boricuas in the backThe queen of the East coast, funk gangsta pack buddhaon the rhyme since eighty-nineIt's all in your mind, but what's yours is mineYour dough and your hoes Bump N Grind to my rhymesNow! It ain't a nigga who could hangor pop yang, about a motherfuckin th-a-a-a-angAnd uh, fuck any bitch who can't hangI'm representin bitches universal!It go, one for the biz, on the biznessWhich y'all blesses with God's blessings, do you see?Hurricane and Redman original steelLatin Queens in the house!!So nigga swing it over here on these big fat tits!!(Titties, hahahahahaa)Verse Three: RedmanThe Funk Doctor Spock, blast up on your blockI'm walkin through the sewer with manure on my socksYour style, I freaked it when I was a childSo you talkin that baby talk like, Who's Talkin Now?Verbally I crush, brains eruptBlow your focus, like you sniffin angel dustRun of the mill I'm not, watch me kill a cock-suckerAnd cause ruckus, like them L.O.D. motherfuckersEvery verse every word I preachRepresents the East, long as the human eyes can seeGimme that funk funk funk funk funk funk funk funk beat!I light a blunt for niggaz up in Sing-SingI do it to death, style is funk that's freshRemove your vest, you just won the wet t-shirt contestAnd I'm hotter, than the Globetrotters in the BahamasI got a pair of pajamas made out of ganjah and almonds and I'm aseager, as nigga wantin my shit to dubCause my shit be BANGIN like the Crips and BloodsTroop, I flew the coop like Big Bird in Timb bootsI Skywalk the planet like my code name was LukeFrom the darkside, I'm from the darkside PahI'm Above the Law like Steven SegallMotherfucker!!Outro: Dr. Trevis[KRS] Watch out!Hahahaha, we take you to the darksideCome travel[KRS] Watch out!on our metaphoric futuristic type shitAs we blow your brains like spliffs[KRS] Watch out!Dr. Trevis is outta hereFor the nine-fo' you stank... bitch[KRS] Watch out!Yeahh[KRS] Watch out!more