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    "Hush" Lyrics

    KRS-One

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    Uh-huh, whatchu thought? Uh-huh, we was done?

    Uh-huh, whatchu thought? Yeah yeah yeah

    Whatchu thought? uh, uh, uh

    Yo, yo, back again, what's that? Back again

    What's that? Word come on

    A north face and skully hat don't make you a thug

    A army suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug

    An ill mug and a gat don't make you a thug

    A real thug is a thug that's hush

    A north face and skully hat don't make you a thug

    A army suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug

    An ill mug and a gat don't make you a thug

    A real thug is a thug that's hush

    Yo, yo, yo, check it, check it

    Let us begin', KRS, winnin' again, KRS one did it again

    KRS bigger than them, look at them they bit it again

    I think my gun just gonna start clickin' again

    Click clack, I always spit back

    Anybody call my name I go get that

    In fact we draggin' 'em out, to a deserted route

    The teacher returns, you must learn, the word is out

    No doubt highly respected, front page records

    Off the hook, yet still connected

    Are you teachin' yourself, teachin' yourself?

    I'm like history repeatin' itself

    Criminal minded, you've been blinded again

    Lookin' for my style you can't find it again

    You can find these others that may sound like Kris

    But when it comes to the hands they don't get down like Kris

    They never ran up in the clubs with a hundred thugs

    Never had the respect of crips and bloods

    Never knew B.O., they never knew big pun

    They never battled MC's, they never bust they gun

    They don't know that, all they know is that show dat

    That's digital audio tape if you don't know that

    Now go back and get my name correct

    'Fore I snatch that platinum from 'round your neck

    A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a thug

    A fat ride with chrome don't make you a thug

    That tough guy talk don't make you a thug

    A real thug is a thug that's hush

    A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a thug

    A fat ride with chrome don't make you a thug

    That tough guy talk don't make you a thug

    A real thug is a thug that's hush

    Word, yeah yeah, uh-huh, yo

    Yo, yo, yo hit 'em Kris

    What mean the world to me? H I P H O P

    And S I M, O N E and G O D, I stay low key

    I go down to Hell, and slap up Satan

    Then return to Heaven, where Scott Larock is waitin'

    Resurrection, just like my brown complexion

    When I speak, I don't need protection from the heat

    I walk these streets and I'm quick to hit first

    Throw on any beat I'll be quick to spit first

    And rip town, I take one look around

    And all you hear is, "Get down, get down, get down"

    Knowledge reigns supreme, I stay on blast

    That's why these rappers want me to go on last

    That's the truth, that's the fact, that's the deal

    Forget sex appeal, my tech is real

    And my rep is real, KRS

    Woo-woop-woop, that's the sound of EMS

    The rag on your head, it best stay white

    'Cause I can turn that red in a mintue aight

    Now go back and get my name correct

    'Fore I snatch them diamonds from 'round your neck

    Once again, get my name correct

    'Fore I snatch that platinum from 'round your neck

    A north face and skully hat don't make you a thug

    A army suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug

    An ill mug and a gat don't make you a thug

    A real thug is a thug that's hush

    A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a thug

    A fat ride with chrome don't make you a thug

    That tough guy talk don't make you a thug

    A real thug is a thug that's hush

    Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo

    To all my heads who wanna see an improvement

    In hip-hop culture, join this movement

    We need more glocks than my man Freddie Fox

    The knowledge I spit to the click it don't stop

    That hardcore Godcore, ready to start war

    Rock more shock more top your pop tour

    I'm sure I'll drop the grade to zero

    When the teacher return, I don't chase Deniro

    Like where yo? Where yo? they livin' in fear yo

    It's a jungle sometime, but I got my spear yo

    The album's called 'Sneak attack', that's what it is

    KRS-One spittin' facts to kids

    A army suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug

    That tough guy talk don't make you a thug

    An ill mug and a gat don't make you a thug

    A real thug is a thug that's hush

    A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a thug

    A north face and skully hat don't make you a thug

    A fat ride with chrome don't make you a thug

    A real thug is a thug that's hush
    This song was submitted on June 20th, 2010 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © EMI Music Publishing, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Ronnie Jackson, Larry Nix, Isaac Carree, Quinnes Parker, Fredrick Parker.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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