go from here? I kick the lyrics strictly wreckin' the head Not forgotten what is written, stickin' to what is said When D is MC'n there's no bein' mislead
reggae chorus] [D.M.C.] I kick the lyrics strictly wreckin the head Not forgetten what is written, stickin to what is said When D is MC'n there's no
Benny Hill, nigga. Let's M.C.!' Twelve years old, rhymin' in the backroom. For echoes, we used to rhyme in the bathroom. Run-D.M.C., Slick Rick and Doug
do us If the label wanna sue us Yo I’m taking the reels I’m the man with the gat that be ready to peel I’m the one next to spliff when it’s time to ill
best (C'mon) Fuck y'all niggas wanna do - what, what? (Let's go) [Verse One] Couldn't live the life I live (yo why's that) I could die any minute
Farrakhan is your baby Jesus devil don't you know I'm a soldier? in God's name and the baby claim I'm gonna hold ya like Folger's Crystals feds I'
it's with the sole intent To rip shots and give you 2OO percent Man, I'm tired of doin' dirt Tired of being on the the run from Wyatt Earp Rather be somewhere
s with the sole intent To rip shots an' give you 2OO percent Man, I'm tired of doin' dirt Tired of bein' on the the run from Wyatt Earp Rather be somewhere
how When I ask for a reply they always scream ow It's the homeboys always tryin' to act real chill Sometimes it's jealous M C's mad 'cause they ain't
) C'mon yeah (x7) (verse three) Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out I'm putting punk's heads out
a bull pump And now there's fuckin' shot-up body all on the floor But that's what the shovel's for I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with
about it and made em write about it Fuck what they say about me I'm livin' bout it bout it Big D-O-Double G ya know I'm livin' rowdy rowdy (Snoop Dogg
you got a long walk, tryna fit Timbaland's shoes And next up(I believe that's me) And what's your name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And where you from(NYC, we
it's like why do I try when I feel I'm gonna die without a tear left in my eye? I work the hardest see the least it's like cultivating the harvest not
both knees Who you think taught you to smoke trees? Who you think brought you the oldies? Eazy-E's, Ice cube's and D.O.C's and Snoop D O double G's And
my Benz and my Coupe Like Jay and Run and D.M.C.'s, that's the name of my group (now speed it up) Beat to the rhythm of the rhyme I'm givin up a dime,
the best, see? Who in the fuck wanna test these niggas From the S-C-T, C-L-E? We got heat Y'all know what happened to the thief When the king catch him
Hardheaded Spokes Pockets once was pat but now your bummin' smokes And now your gun ho got 'cha niggaz by your side And the topic of your every conversation's let's ride But let's
