for the team [Chorus One: Run-D.M.C. (repeat 2X)] We put three in the head and the little one said roll over, roll over "Do or die!" [D.M.C.] I run
the head And the little one said roll over, roll over We put three in the head And the little one said roll over, roll over I run amuk upon the sucker duck punks that I'm
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 [Chorus] [Black Rob (Puffy)] I be
m gon' bust yo' ass baby The neighborhood dope man fool yeah that's me I'm out that 5-0-4 to that C-P-3 Give me an ounce and I'm gon flip it to a brick
Mitch Bade [x3] [Chorus: Tech N9ne] What is an M-I-T-C-H A nigga who's a B-I-T-C-H He never wants to - congradulate, he hates Cuz he's a fucking M-I-
(feat. Dorasel, Thorough) [Hook x4: Eightball] We run this shit And we don't give a fuck who you be run-nin with So don't forget [Eightball] Gotta
giving in today??" She said: "I'm not giving in, I'm finished," and walked away [Chorus: x2] 1 2 3 That's the speed of the seed A B C That's the speed
Chorus] Shout, shout, we get smoked out We got the dirt y'all can't live without C'mon, we're talkin to you C'mon [Party Arty] No choice, I'm on this
for my family, and my seed Makin' sure them records live on, from now until infinity I'm from the 34, live in 3D Southsiiiiiiide, hot boy like I'm Figi
It's Redrum where I'm from Wicked 3-0-3 And we W-E-S-T-S-I-D-E It's Redrum where I'm from Wicked 3-0-3 And we Don't, And We Don't, Don't fuck with
can see my soul jerkin off in the swap meet To a soon album and comin 3-D say I'm cooked out With a buncha reals, ampex and the graveyard My dick stay
m.I.c. and feed you a... ? You can have all the heart in the world, doesn't mean I'm gonna respect ya, I'm getting older and I'm knowing better [x3]
J-A-Z-Z session, continues! One two, rock.. lyrics.. I get rough make raps collide rough; they stick together like Run-D.M.C. pumpin up, "Tougher Than
All I need is to wake up, grab the .38 C and load it up And I fire up a philly cause I'm goin out all g'd up I don't wanna go to sleep again, wanna kill
2 It's Redrum where I'm from Wicked 3-0-3 And we W-E-S-T-S-I-D-E It's Redrum where I'm from Wicked 3-0-3 And we Don't, And We Don't, Don't fuck with me
I run a hundred miles paper chasin I'm 'bout drama, foolishness, whatever start the trigga play I had to spank a nigga believin what a bitch say Like K.C
Bout to Freak, The Run D-M-C beat, Ya hoids? Holla! [Chorus (Baby yellin in the background)] I ain't never had nothin (oh yeah), I'm tryna get somethin
went to talking about Run up on a muthafucker, then I'm gone pour 'em out I hang with Loco, Dollar Bill, and Baby D I'm screaming ready, muthafucker don
