You're blind, you're blind And you can't see You need to wear some glasses Like D.M.C. You're blind So you think the facts means you can't win So you
see [DMC] You need to wear some glasses [Run] like D.M.C. [both] You're blind! [2X] [D.M.C.] You (Run) round talkin bout what you hate Livin your life
you slippin' and rock you steady Watch your back with your homies that you feel is real Your homeboys from your crew, yeah, they're the ones who do Yeah
records went gold (Sucker) Buster, you'se a - muthafuckin punk fool Caught you in your eye while you reached for your tool Now it's mine, and you're blind Pop-pop-pop-pop-pop goes the nine Yeah. what you're
crash 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
you're breathin your last breath Sellin drugs is straight up genocide They're gonna laugh, while we all die Sittin up there thinkin you're makin that money Hustlin and all that, you're
D.) let me procede I'm that O.G., you're not in my league (you know my steez) I put the smackdown, on you killer clown M.C.'s [Method Man] (Streetlife
dice than casinos Back when Wu-Gambinos were called F.O.I. MC's All and together now crew B.C.C. REC Posse, G.P., D.M.D. Ol Dirty stalked East New York
records went gold (Sucker) Buster, you're a muthafuckin' punk fool Caught you in your eye, while you reached for your tool Now it's mine, and you're blind Pop, pop, pop, pop, pop goes the nine Yeah, what you're
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
there thinkin' you're makin' that money Hustlin' and all that, you're killin' your brothers YouknowhatI'msayin'? You just stupid, straight up stupid Puttin' dope into your body, c'mon, youknowhatI'msayin'? You
never hit the spot, boy You want props, ha, you sold to the cops, ha You in a cell block, ha, 'cuz you too hot, ha All my hard core niggas, what you
, huh? What? The real one, huh, nigga what? Oh, you're fuckin' with the real one Yes, you are, yes, you are, oh, yeah I'm the real one, yeah, the real
Drop you like a tree, sting you like a bee You make me mad now I'm knockin? out your fuckin? teeth We can take it to the streets, if you ready then its
felony Now you're mad at me I'm just glad we had the chance to be friendly before I killed you fucking family Say you're understanding me, fool you ain
life is a bitch Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch So you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging L-O-C and to the
is a bitch Somes I set the tags and name on the wall you fucking snitch So you'll make a switch on how you're gang-banging L-o-c and to the brain real
