In your face all the time All in your face when I'm kickin' my rhyme All these faces in front of me Face to face with Run DMC Faces Faces Faces Faces
[D.M.C.] In your face, all the time All in your face when I'm kickin my rhyme All these faces in front of me Face to face with Run-D.M.C... [Run] Knuckleheads
you like You're my girl I'm gonna treat you right And when I shine you shine So have fun you only get one night And they all hating you Diamond on you're face
8) (verse two) So shut up motherfuckers as I laid the ink When I'm in Detroit,niggers fight in mink When I'm in Chicago,motherfuckers get buck wild When I'm
the club with my crew and then I'm outta there Hit some skins, act bugged, that was a rap career Then Run-D.M.C. jumped the fuck off Got mad paid, word
shit goes down I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with the rag and bust D.C. and Cleveland are some down-ass towns But South Central L.A.
me? my momma gone you could spend the night ya heard me? i'm not playing i'm trying to fuck tonight ya heard me? clothes off face down ass up c'mon shorty
Sit and watch the passer-bys play my sweep South-side sunny side blocks I run South Vegas, South Paul Nigga all got guns Over here we got this poor child, he'd
tonight? (repeat once more) {verse 2} No Christmas here I'm taking time and a half gotta make that cash even if a nigga gotta drive that cab I'm gonna
layin on [Hook] [C-Bone] Dope boys in the trap like to stack the dough When beef come areound can't let it go When my funds turn legit i'm gonna
Hands in Brooklyn croos that Bridge tuck your goods in niggas get shot locked down wear im from stick ups turn to shoot outs niggas you better run! Run! run! run
hold it down we older now my nigga This nigga Ike with the Iverson jersey, light skinned with herpes Fuckin' sisters in Harlem, Brooklyn and D.C. This
out, they hoped that I'd be gone, stiff and rotten Y'all just piss on me, shit on me, spit on my grave Talk about me, laugh behind my back but in my face
muffles your voice Now when I'm swimmin' through the joint, I put the funk on hold 'Cause if you don't, you'll see the bubbles come up We run up a tab
it's gonna come for you? Let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy, C's Uncle Charlie, Little Boo God's got 'em and I'm gonna miss everybody I done roll
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,
wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Illuminati Fuck the D.E.A. and the F.B.I. I.R.S. can kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga
