In your face all the time All in your face when I'm kickin' my rhyme All these faces in front of me Face to face with Run DMC Faces Faces Faces Faces
[D.M.C.] In your face, all the time All in your face when I'm kickin my rhyme All these faces in front of me Face to face with Run-D.M.C... [Run] Knuckleheads
' game boo, I'm just tellin' ya how I feel I'm diggin' everything about you, your hips and the way they swing, I'd hate to see ya leave boo, but let us
ft. M.O.P. Yeah! AOWWW, AOWWW! C'mon! Yeah, yeahhh (yeah) yeahhh, yeahhh M.O.P.! Uhh (X to the Z) Yeah baby, that's right, you know how we do it One
it Well, shit.. if you believe that then I'll kill you You know why? Cuz I'm a CRIMINAL CRIMINAL You god damn right I'm a CRIMINAL Yeah, I'm a CRIMINAL
say I'm whack, now if that's right I'm the freshest whack MC that you ever heard, in your lifetime My slick accapella sounds clever with the beats Boy I'm
face of the outcry criminal minded blinded i'm barely getting by reminded constantly i'm nowhere that i want to be cuz it's real in this battle field no where to run
I'm perfect the way he made me.. Some say I'm cool, some say I'm crazy.. Some say I ain't shit, some say I'm amazin'.. [Chorus] I seen niggaz gettin'
catch your speed, not Feel that, cos this type of vibe sounds done (Far from the...., to the doe-run-run-run to the doe-run-run) (YES!) Yes to the beat
[Intro] But I'd rather get some bread But I'd rather get some bread [Chorus] I said I love having sex but I'd rather get some bread But I'd rather get
, with the dope money (C'mon) All my niggas that died, over dope money (Let's go) Bust your nine niggas, side by side niggas (C'mon) If we get the
the type that bust a lot of shots and none touch ya I'm the type that get excited when the gun touch ya Motherfuckers [DMX] I'm headed nowhere fast run
ll be bad For my son to have the same shit his pops just had And when I'm down to twenty three, I'm a be strapped wit TNT Run up in city hall and take
[ INTRO: Chuck D ] Yo Once again From the dephts of hell Run-D.M.C. Yo, Jam-Master J-J-Jay in the house And y'all take this [ *Jam-Master Jay
(damn) now who'd ever thought a nigga rude as Ice Cube I be pissin' through a tube Fool i'm a vet (Chorus) [Mack 10] Fool I'm a vet you can bet
Intro: Wait a minute, hold on, get your ass up Whassup nigga? Get over there... shit Ya lil punk ass nigga C’mere, c’mere, c’mere boy God damnit you
way? Now I got a passenger I look at the miniskirt now I'm askin her Would you like to hit the fat bud or perhaps should I run your name through
try for? you half-steppin like a fresh tec out of the box yo niggas I'm testin (There's no question) bitch ass have you confessin like a D-T left in
