("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   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      ("one... two... three... four...")      Verse two: krs-one      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 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   Anyway you put it, they'll get in the city"   Hahaha... so still      Chorus 2x      Fiyah!!