The others act in fact ya just wack I kill, Why? It's fun my son and Run heads the bill Who's house? Run's house Who's house? Run's house I'm in the
he's the Jam Master and we're the Emcee's Like lightnin' and thunder, we're knockin' down trees While sucker D.J.'s are bustin' out Z's My man Jam Master
revealed, you went to hell anyway It's not funny, it's not funny, it's not funny, it's not funny It's, it's not funny, it's not funny, it's, it's not
Jam-Master And only practice makes a real Jam-Master That's the way it is Way Run, Run, Run Run-DMC and Jam-Master Jay Way, way, way it is Kick off the shoes D-D
stacks yall already kno that louis that gucci this just got a model chick (throw some d's on that bitch) just got a stripper chick (throw some d's on
sellin' crack broke niggaz wanna jack Shit tight, no slack just bought a Cadillac Throw some D's on that bitch Just bought a Cadillac Throw some D's
On a diamond I lay awake D'Artagnan Good ol' D'Artagnan He ain't got a thing on me I've been minding To my field of timing It?s too bad your time
whole life is like the repeat of Gandhi Me and G O D, from C O C Like got dough C O D A S A P, A S A P Play me, you crazy and your mother ass fat So
dick and some big blunts And if you don't smoke, guess it's just dick But don't worry, baby, it's about this thick When I come through Yo, it's like
give a fuck about your hood I don't give a fuck who you know I don't give a fuck if you gettin' money I don't give a fuck who's watchin' Fuck if you
You do what you do where you live I do what I do where I live that's what makes me nigga And that's just the way it is nigga Killer, Prease, Vacant Lot
your shit wet like Noah's Ark We order the pies, you sort of a lie You aint 730 nigga you 'bout a quarter to five Life's on the line, wife's goin
sex wit the right cat Rings make them iced stack Yo, now hold up, mama I want you to be no I done laid them, J'd them That's right, played them I ain
Man I fucked a lotta bitches man Made a lotta money, made a lotta enemies Would I do this shit all over again, I dunno That's a good question, would you
guns, that's me The one with the yay for twenty-three, that's me The one with the ice, sliced, coke half price Yoke that's nice, that's me The one that's
is a short stop Either you slangin' crack-rock or you got a wicked jump shot Yo, yo, ayo, comin' back home, I thought it'd be cool But everybody like
Dutch is about 'Cuzzi bubbles grands slow dick in yo mouth And when you hear that moan he kicking you out Hell naw I'm ain't no hater that's just what