just a Sucker MC, you sad face clown So D.M.C. and if you're ready the people rockin' steady You're drivin' big cars, get your gas from Getti I'm D.M.C
Run-D.M.C.? [Beav] Yeah yeah, hehhehheh - I took a dump on their bus Hehhehheh [Butt] No dumbass that was Anthrax! Eh-heh I'm talkin about Run-D.M.
s in convo at condos Keep the heat up in jeeps, in case y'all creep upon me I run up on y'all in a cab with a meter on me And the only on leavin' is me
like a Visa I run it through and money come out Runnin' your mouth, I'll have somebody run in your house Ravel your spouse and have a little fun on the
goin' tick and I'm sick of the bullshit You're watching the makings of a physco-path The truth didn't last Before the wrath and aftermath Who's that behind the trigger? Who'd
in the dark And then expect me to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit Fuck, I look like, I'm not going to watch this go on any longer I'm on y'
't 'cause what I'm doin' for a livin' It's more because of what I'm doin' how I'm livin' Not to mention when I'm rappin', I'm just hurtin' niggaz feelings
's gotta run a little faster cause we gotta lay the strugle I'd be a fool to surrender when I know I can be a contender And if everybody's a sinner then
get tired Now everybody wanna put they dope on me Sayin' I won't get searched by the L.A.P.D. I'm sitting on a doorway, duece five Dependin' on that
I'm real with this Talk the talk, walk the walk Dis me on wax and I'm taking off the whole sidewalk nya I'm platium bond so trick shut up And punk all
me back while I'm pimpin on this funky track Bang E.S. we givin' it up got the bitches singin' the rest We blastin' motherfuckers, run up and come test
got love 4 tha hood Come on Uh, geah, geah, c'mon We got love for our hood (throw your hands in the air) Do you got love 4 your hood? geah c'mon (throw
the money on a mission Niggas fo' hire 'turn the fire, geah (chorus) Feds gettin closer I'm peepin My girl touched me on my shoulder (wake up) While I'm
to see me, too blind like stevie Greedy cause I'm needy for ash, gas and cash Same song like re-runs of fuckin' m.a.s.h. Boom bam keeps the stash locked
game, craps, puffin on Taylor's drinkin Boilermakers M.D. 20/20 mixed with Boone's, Farm's, and Olde English Around the clock, deuce-four-seven, three-sixty-fifth Where I come
me? It's just me A young nigga tryin' to make it on these rough streets I'm on my knees beggin', ?Please come and save me? The whole world done made
niggaz who be slangin on the porch, fo what it's worth, all niggaz on the turf, prepare yo mind fo the rebirth. Ha ha, check it out. On a bitch, (RBL
You run, and you hide (Tell them (Cenz.) you better run, c'mon now)/ And you run, and you and hide (Tell them (Cenz.) you better run, c'mon now)..... -