they had [incomprehensible] by the pounds Pounds, cold clockin pounds? Sucker D.J.'s bite our lines up all damn day All, all damn day Sucker D.J.'s that's
learn that they had ? by the pounds Pounds - cold clockin pounds Sucker D.J.'s bite our lines up all damn day All - all damn day Sucker D.J.'s that's
rip All you chump MC's who sell out quick When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip But now they got problems and you suckers run Who's Chuck's real
C] Yeah Willis [I] Willis ain't talkin about nuthin! [C] It's Different Strokes [I] Let's get back to umm, breakfast foods [I] because it's, early
BROther ?uestion] It's me the BROther ?uestion on the M-I-C to flow To bust a fat rat-a-tat rhyme one mo' gen' I'm flexin with my mental verbalistic chocolate
but only if it's weeds Skunk with no seeds, a sip of Hennessy Pass to D or maybe movin' solo Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no, no Tell me
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,
one, one, huh-hah!") Here we go (7X) [Run] Begin it, bust it DJ, Run and, D.M.C.'n JM, J'n how ya livin in ninety-three cause we be three little indians
Run-D.M.C.'s award nominee The K I N G's of all M i c's Like Hercules, with rhymes like these Never crackin not lackin and I still pull G's Well I
? I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker, yeah I'm a slacker, I'm a slacker
, I think I'd die We like Thelma and JJ, Brandy and Ray J Anyone against C and C, pulled a AK Thinkin' 'bout sucking your dick, had me sick But if I lost my mind, you'd
a dime, I'll break you off somethin' proper With the L E N C H M O B T-Bone and that's J D And here's how we'll greet ya Stop fool, come off that beat
your lyrics is hype We got to get together and make a record of some type" I said, "Man, the hype behind Run-D.M.C. and Cool J What the fuck makes you
Than You Radder Than you Ectetera I told I get paid by the letter like: a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z Zetock yes he rocks and me
What what nigga huh huh Nigga what what what check I'm shooting flees Polluting you and your niggas Better run from me Coming through in that strap
that is Ol' sucker for love, titty baby, mama's boy That's just the way that is And that's the way that it's gonna be, gonna be So ya might as well take
suckin' hoes wi't a mouth 'fulla gold She playin' wit' her nose, but she suck a mean pole I can't even lie, I like the ghetto ass bitch That's down for
Let's run a train Let's run a train Spread it open, let's run a train Let's call the boys, let's run a train Let's run a train I'm 'bout to claw it, '
