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
faster than a gun? [B.G.] Nigga, B [Mannie] Will I shoot ya if ya run? [B.G. Nigga, C [Mannie] I ain't showin no love [B.G.] Nigga, D [Mannie] All
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
sound is legit - BEEEEOTCH!!!! [2 x2 + 1 x1] [2 x2 + 1 x1] [Daddy-O] Yo I'd like to give a big up to Run-D.M.C. The Unknown Ruffnecks.. and DJ Kiil
him all figured out But he just kept surpising me everytime I looked around It was just (trouble) some more trouble (trouble times) Damn [Jacki-O] It's hard on the yard I'm
: Yo c'mon man, what do you mean you don't wanna ride with me nigga C'mon, get in the car, get in the fuckin car man Yo why you trippin man? Get in the
a long time All up in a nigga face, givin me them strong vibes Look in my eyes and you'll find peace A gemini, so you really blow my mind freak, c'mon
m perfect the way he made me.. Some say I'm cool, some say I'm crazy.. Some say I ain't shit, some say I'm amazin'.. [Chorus] I seen niggaz gettin' rich
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
me A pitt and rott mix, fuck the dogs you sic on me I'm sayin' you motherfuckers don't know us, quit playin' If I'm broke, then I'm breakin' up in the
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
I can fill ya) Escargot, my car go, one sixty, swiftly Wreck it buy a new one Your crew run run run, your crew run run I know you sick of this, name
old bitin' 'self? Writin' battles done face to face. I miss those days. These days, ghost writers, fake artists with nothin' to say. I'm a give it Wish
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 come
: [Krayzie (Talking)] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga
buckshots Cause them can't fade me guage, Gotta bust them souls in the grave, So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved, I'm bucking, little
dream or better yet like a fiend, who need a fix She wasn't like other chicks, pullin tricks on the scheme for chips She was like, Run-D.M.C., _Tougher
