[Intro:] [Run & D.M.C] The microphone master DMC Causes 1, 2, 3, 4 casualties You'll be praisin D down on your knees Cos I'm poppin, and droppin, stoppin
On his right, on the mic, I recite I'm def Because every performer is only a goner Keep all sissy soft suckas off my corner Is It Live (Cause Darryl
from a posse called the L.A.D. Educate is what we do With permission from the 2 Live Crew 'Cause the Crew is 2 Live for you people Who run around, changin
s how we front it, but you don't wanna run up on it Inside the club packin', actin', Got my bitch at home c-sackin', got my ones stackin' Parlay, playin
I don't give a fuck They done push me to the limit the more I live I might blow up any minute, did it again Now I'm in the back of the paddy wagon While
for sexin Elementary wasn't meant for me, can't regret it I'm headed for the penitentiary, I'm cuttin class and I'm buckin blastin, straight mashin Mobbin
run New York, When I'm out in Philly lil' homie, I run New York, When I'm in VA I tell niggaz guess what, I run New York, When I'm in NC niggaz holla
it The Memphis niggaz is rowdy rowdy Them Shytown niggaz is bout it bout it They'll kill you and act like they don't know shit about it Leave your body
just how it goes down It don't matter if you an industry nigga or a regular nigga It don't matter, if you got it and I need it I want it 50 Cents ain
' good in the hood I'd run away from this bitch and never come back if I could [Chorus x2 - 50 Cent (Then Game)] Hate it or love it, the underdog's ontop
lap, on my early mornin' hard dick Grindin' on it, pullin' it, before I knew it, suckin' it Ended up fuckin' it I guess I'm a weak man It's hard to understand
speed of the seed A B C That's the speed of the need You can dream a little dream Or you can live a little dream I'd rather live it Cuz dreamers always
really when I'm wet then I step to the next city [Chorus] [Outro] It's G.D. baby - who you wanna sleep with G.D. baby - who you wanna creep with G.D
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
see me ridin Past with - her best friend and I'm puffin on some Black shit - yeah these rhymes is magnets G.D. cats, way above average Me and this beat is
Check the bottle is cracked at It's been live for the homies, that's R.I.P. you feel me What y'all niggas know run down the line like this [Verse 1:
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
