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
) C'mon yeah (x7) (verse three) Yo D.,what's up?,suckers is popping lip Grab the H-K and the dum-dum clip and spread out I'm putting punk's heads out
rip All you chump MC's who sell out quick When P.E. was on the top, you rode the tip But now they got problems and you suckers run Who's Chuck's real
't judge Tiger Woods but I over stand the mental poison That's even worser than drugs Yo it's poison Ecstasy, coke, you say it's love, it is poison Schools
a nigga to die, I'm a gangsta No mo' petty rock hustlin', I'm in for the run And I'm fo'sho I'm gone' be murdered for this shit that I done But I'm
's in the house, Jersey's in the house I said Brooklyn's in the house, Brooklyn's in the house I said Uptown's in the house, Uptown's in the house I said
Dig it, Funkdafied like Brat, how's that? I stick and move on tracks while I smoke a twenty sack Who said the E can't rock? That's bullshit Suck my dick
G. Rap and Polo tape"; - Chuck D They was - straight goin out like a gunner Because a nigga's wanted, I'm even hunted by bounty hunters But I'm spittin
Baby He's Sha-day! He's so crazy! Hahaha! Gimme the mic, let me recite, 'til Timothy White Pickets outside the Interscope offices every night What if he's right? I'm
YO' ASS That's why I'm down with the M.A.A.D. Circle But still keepin it Low Pro, workin for the po' folks So everybody watch your back I'm like the
S.K's, A.R's and Mini fourteens I'm Cashis, the last of the real, with a strap On Pro-sac, D's and E-Pills, it's a rap Get the block on tip, two for
Temptation or confusion makes you wanna stop But? (I know you, and you know me) C.B.M.C. Given to me by Chuck D That's deep as I look at all the videos
few semi's And a few snubs to a few crips Couple vampire's and true bloods Gambling in casino's, have a hunny handing me my c-notes The modern day gambino
BROther ?uestion] It's me the BROther ?uestion on the M-I-C to flow To bust a fat rat-a-tat rhyme one mo' gen' I'm flexin with my mental verbalistic chocolate
but only if it's weeds Skunk with no seeds, a sip of Hennessy Pass to D or maybe movin' solo Never with a skeezer by my side, that's a no, no Tell me
Run D M C Rock For you Fresh For all you sucker MC's perpetratin' a fraud Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold lost You're the kind of guy
just a Sucker MC, you sad face clown So D.M.C. and if you're ready the people rockin' steady You're drivin' big cars, get your gas from Getti I'm D.M.C
glasses Like D.M.C. You're blind and you can't see You need to wear some glasses Like D.M.C. You're blind The moral to the story may not be clear And
