I'm grubbin' spa-ghetti [D.M.C.] I'm D.M.C. in the place to be I go to St. John's University And since kinde-garten I acquired the knowledge And after
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 this cops bragging about the nigga he's
before I knew it, suckin' it Ended up fuckin' it I guess I'm a weak man It's hard to understand my homeboy's girlfriend [Chorus] Me and C jumped in
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
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
we got it goin on Prince he's in the hot tub like it's seventy-three Lookin over his shoulder and he's lookin at me I'm up right in the face, towel around
talking] Ah yeah, ya know what I'm sayin' Nine trey, Brand Nubian in effect On ya motherfuckin' head Not givin' a fuck Word up, know what I'm sayin'
catchin bullets, god" [repeat] [Lord Jamar] Well hey muthaphuckaz, it's the dread with the 9 Lead to the head of you devils, now it's bedtime I said I'm
t lose give the fans the chance to choose, fuck you who's the illest, who's it really up to rapping fire, you better run for the pacifier tie you up
It's a dick between your mother's thighs divided by pi I'm the sickest linguistically, illicit lyrical misfit in the business And probably in existence, what's
at the varicose veins in my neck, Germaine is the best The industry fucked you I'm just payin'em back What's the matter w/ slayin' these Jackers, that's
to you by Trass G and Trey Dogg from the California Music Channel Broadcastin Rap Show the Bay Area's own Number One network, cable station, C.M.C. (BEYOTCH
get loc'ed It's crazy in the street, pack some heat for a sucker Mobbin through the town tryin to murder muthafuckas 211's every day, liquor store and bank jobs D
today's society ain't trippin' [Singing] Ah hay Ah hay Ah hay Ah hay Ah hay Ah hay Yeah [Gangster voice] There's a fortune in this business There's a-there's
fight like a kung fu flick Choose you weapon Shake hands Knock you ass out in 10 seconds Bizarre needs a concellor I have shitted on so many M.C's
