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Run D M C Hit It Run

Joe and never stop Better get yourself together let's rock, hit it Run Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run Run, Run You, jump, watch your clock, while I rock your spot I'm

we hit the sick, I'm the cure We 'bout to pop it off so wild, hit the floor Ain't nobody botherin' you All I'm thinkin' 'bout is clobberin' you Immigration

so on The I C E T, O.G.M.C. L.A.P.D., H A T E (Ho) Watch the mic blow I flip scripts, and the dump drops the ammo Time to get wreck with the new style It

mink When I'm in Chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild When I'm up in Oakland Niggers rolling in huge piles In Atlanta,niggers crash you doors When I'm in Philly,it

cling and hop on out, snatch all the freaks then walk on out I'm livin', what they talkin' 'bout? I'm shinin' if it dark or not That one hundred DX double

it or weed it how yall bum bitches conceited? please! washed up careers they pleaded face it bitch ya done there (echo you done there) lean back you had ya 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,

these niggas finna snap spit it for niggas that bit it then give them the business they gonna feel it when we jack and be quick with it, be crack hit it

, I will 'cause I'm a hustler, hustler High 'til I die, I'm gon' get mine Even if it mean murder, gettin' caught, fuck it let me fry Know it's hectic