[Run] Next.. next.. next.. Next y'all it's yes y'allest the
tallest Three the hardest from Hollis If we didn't lock the blocks a lot
of blocks'd be jobless, son Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay say, hey! Come
come and see the way we play ?? away day In and out, sendin shouts out the
mouth If in doubt, chin em out, grill his mouth and send his snout
South I'm out - of course the force from up North ain't up for grabs yup
whattup then it's up yours! You see we ain't open up doors - that's
BUSINESS We knocked those things off the motherfunkin HINGES Whoever said
we fell off, I have no taste for it We couldn't fall off a skateboard, don't
WAIT for it Cruise the city hard, tell your city we're in charge Watch it
gitty-God or you'll be head and titty scarred ?? alliance by my mind and
rhymes are more than shiny So in the 90's watch your tiny heiny get
grimy
Chorus: Run-D.M.C.
Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard -
what? Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard - what? Hit 'em hard, hit 'em
hit 'em hard - what? Hit 'em hard, hit 'em hit 'em
hard..
(D!)
[D.M.C.] The hard hitter, I come to cross a
critter splitter Gold digger, better get a babysitter I'm Daddy, cruisin
like a Caddy braggin Rag rag em, bruise em in a paddywagon Pull a magnum,
point it and I spat it at him Then I stab him, grab the mics and start to
blab em Like a dragon, the breath of death is goin off I'm comin hard,
I'm one with God I'm never soft I'm a father, to all the kids I'm gettin rid
of Livin larger, I give it to the highest bidder So ante up, and come on
out your pockets punk The punk rocker, is gonna lock ya in a trunk I pull
a pump, and bump you off into a dump You hear a thump, because I had to stump
a rump From Hollis Ave., I'll have you on the boulevard I pull your card,
word to God you know I'm hittin hard
Chorus
[Run] Well as the
mode explode (Run..) ?? when I'm layin one Listen what I'm sayin (Run..) no
playin are you obeyin Run Bass is placed on the case (Run..) and it'll soon
crash sound beatdown AUGGGHHHH! *explosion* Another boom bash See me and
first thing they'll be like cursin I'm rehearsin it You're weak and you're
wack and you'll be the second and I'm first in it Comin at you hard with God
we're never feelin odd Tell me how you figure pull the trigger nigga gettin
scarred Troop without a care my dear, you never hear a fear Standin in
the corner my daughter, you wanna - call me You wanna call me out, you wanna
call me out You wan' you wan' you wanna wanna call me out a with
the trendy wear and your nappy hair Never give a glare too rare you just
stare Prepare for your prayer, remember the tear Cause Run'll beat ya,
got to reach ya, ?? ??, and I'ma
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