you decide when we will die Don't look 'round just kneel down oh bow down to the new God New God new God new God new God new God
from the upper hall. She sees the bartender in a pool of blood, Cries out, "My God, they killed them all!" Here comes the story of the Hurricane, The
all you hear about is dangerous people creating new bombs Serial killers and natural disasters, I'm just prayin' there be some pieces to put together after Oil spills after hurricane
to Jupiter New stars, Lucifer, global drag that space this And the racist of the great wisdom of Malcolm X I'm stressed on house arrest New World Order
on I really think they're stealin from us like a sample song I really wish one day we'd take it back like ? The hurricane come and took my Louisiana home
: Y'all know who it is (NEW MONEY!) It's me bitches! Back up on the scene is the microphone fiend Fuck keepin' it clean, I'm keepin' it real green WARNING
me be misunderstood Misunderstood ain't gotta be explained But you don't understand me so let me explain Stood in the heat, the flames, the snow Please slow down hurricane
of a race is a game Where seldom is heard A peacable word From the white trash Who killed as they came Though these words dig deep They offer no relief God
Hurricane G, SO HOW YOU LIKE US NOW?!!?! Chorus: repeat 4X [KRS] Watch out! We run New York Yeah Verse Two: Hurricane G (Hurricane G hit em one time
vagrant language I?d heard once in a film about The valleys of New Orleans The valleys of New Orleans The valleys of New Orleans The valleys of New Orleans
em pump that fucker good some woman down on main st. needs a jump get your fingers outta your ass and pump some faggot's gas and think about how bad new
no more? You gonna cry like a bitch or take it nice and slow? What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? I pray to God that I'm dreaming, I know my
don't mean to diss her, but do you kiss her ? Look at her hips, she's got those crazy blisters Body that smells like the New York mets Arm pits all nappy
ma nigga, the same shit After Katrina, after the towers We holds our heads high after disaster [verse 1] They couldn't kill me holla if u feel me Hurricane
I really think they're stealin from us like a sample song I really wish one day we'd take it back like Hammer's home The hurricane come and took my Louisiana
Flap your wings and leap out the window Put a glass eye in the eyes of God Nuke the kids, Polaroid cupcake Take it to the limit, new wave biscuit Camouflage
the mission tryin' to steal me bank ride and homicides we get it, fuck it, peepin' in horn killin' all these pussy niggaz think they keepin' in God Pistol
goons to murk anything that move and mama soon ima be comin back home but until then i hope your enjoyin your new home Chorus(hurricane Chris): momma