kings of rock now nigga, know-mean? Queens Day Cash made on Hollis Ave, queen's queen's queen's Yeah yeah yeah, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens Day
what I mean? [DMC:] Queens day cash made on Hollis Ave. Queen's Queen's Queen's yea yea yea, make, make it, make it seem easy Queens day cash made
I'm on my way to the Dec to hit Jazzy Tee's, holla!!! [P. Diddy] Aiyyo I'm from New York man! I'm from New York! Representin N.Y.C. to the fullest Where
Asia If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty and I'm filthy, c'mon Make this money,
me, I'm talkin' bout the man Jah li'l, the one extasy And the man Grandmaster D I'm talkin' 'bout Whodini And also the force MD, you treated a brother real cool Back in the day
Hands in Brooklyn croos that Bridge tuck your goods in niggas get shot locked down wear im from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run! Run! run! run
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,
Asia If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty, plus I'm filthy, c'mon Make this money
duck Who's that lookin' through my window? Blaow, nobody now You motherfuckers better lay it down B A B Y, capital D C Virtual pimpin', we mackin' in 3-D
make it 'cause I'm related, I know I'm highly hated Affiliated, tomorrow ain't promised so at night I pray I live to give it up for the hood another day
.O.D, Raekwon the Chef, the Inspektah Deck M.E.T.H.O.D. (Man), the B.O.B.B., straight up, Masta Killa, the Gza, the Genius.. It's the Ol' D-d-dza-za-za
If your girl keep comin around them I'm a blaze her I'm the bad boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty, and I'm filthy, c'mon (chorus) [black rob (
it happen The block steamin' and 12 K the cops schemin' Security be on my back for wrong reason I'm livin', what I'm sayin' on the block all day Before
now they call me D.M.C He's the Emcee of the party The D's for doin' it all of the time The M's for the rhymes that are all mine The C's for cool, cool
faze him but D won't be fazed So what's your name? DMC, the king is me Your Highness or His Majesty Now you can debate, c-c-c-concentrate But you can
't stop And to my people out west, you don't stop A Run-DMC, gettin' mad props Check it on out, thanks to run And thanks to D and J.M.J. We on the way
I would like to throw 'Rock Box' in the start of this one Run D, Run D M C" Here wego again What's it all about? What's it all about? What's it all about
