Lyrics:
going down
AK's and clips, that's filled with hundred rounds
It's my time no stress, I locate Tip
Tell him load up everything mayn, these boys a trip
I
will fly by
So i might as well try
To enjoy the time and space i have while it's here
And it's my home
All i remember of community college
Are the round
when you see me creepin'
Fuck ridin'
Give me all your cash and I'm leavin'
No free ride, don't even look inside
My black truck don't slide
'round
challenge a punk, to front like he wanna jump
I gone bring it to raw, so you remember the G
And all the killas I got making figures with me
I gotta tell
50 shots flyin', fly
Nigga, you want beef with I?
I hope you lyin', but why?
In the middle of tha night, I be fatigued, camouflagin' by
Huh? Nigga,
about
I'm a fresh MC, who's on his way
To be an MC with the most to say
And to all those out there, that don't know me
I go by the name of D. M. C.
'm comin' round the corner like I'm Magic
Doin' ninety on the freeway, and hittin' switches
In a high speed chase with these punk b****es
Don't turn
bullets you can't trust
If you bust, when I spray
Head for shelter
10% is gonna help ya, 90 is gonna fail ya
A lot of punk niggas try to play hard
Put
started by the kitchen
Lifetime of hard work shit was gone in twenty minutes
I'm a menace I'm built different what I learned
Respect isn't given hell nah
dat bitch ina kunt fr
I gotta pump fr
I really walk round wit a pump fr
DESE niggas punks fr
Straight pussy
Ain’t even cut fr
Livin and dyin 4 my
and hos
No one knows where the lead poison goes
Cause I'm in the ho checks
Yeah, come off the Rolex
If not, I'm a give Bonnie some
Film at 11 by Connie
So lil boy tell me where ya shooters at
Shoot at me shoot it back
Literally do the maths
I was outside wit my handy
Parked by tangee
Me
round drum if you don't give me my respect
I do my thang for real
I do my thang for real
I do my thang for real
I do my thang for real
I do my thang
'm comin' round the corner like I'm Magic
Doin' ninety on the freeway, and hittin' switches
In a high speed chase with these punk bitches
Don't turn
into place ay
Clock strikes midnight and we gone without a trace
Take the long way round tryna get back to the base
Still drunk but I got smoke on me
(woo!)
This life turned out nothing like
I had planned (why not?)
By now I should've had some land
Some money in my hand, 'round about fifty grand
But
the back
I was just a lil' young'n runnin' wild as hell
Runnin' round wild trynta get that mail
Lil' shorty dudes trynta learn the grooves
I was twelve
Diamond glistening cross plus the background is a black tee
Thieve then come back spraying rounds in my black tee
4-Tre, I want war in my black tee
Fuck
the night of the living dead
Vampire arms walking 'round givin niggas head
If you didn't die, I would say you got lucky
All bodies found dead, fuck it,
of the living dead
? ? ? ? ? ? walkin' 'round givin niggas head
If you didn't die, I'd say you got lucky
All bodies found dead
Fuck it, blame it on chuckie
But
sayin' you're just having fun
Why the hell you pickin' on me like a bunch of fuckin' punks
The only weapon I got is my pen, ink's my spunk
Yeah come round
a rap
or get all in yo' face while I snap, bitch?
Oh you hoes better watch what you doin
Cause niggaz 'round here, we talk bad about bitches, f'real
alright
I can take it for one more round
You can give me your best shot, baby
But the boy keeps knockin ?em down..."
So he grew up wild and reckless
The flunkies that tried to to punk me on corners but never sung me I swear
In this bitch and yeah, I'm killing this year
Them boys hated, they gon' feel it
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