Lyrics:
Run-dmc
Live for you
(Fresh) fresh, yeah
For all you sucker MCs perpetratin' a fraud
Your rhymes are cold wack and keep the crowd cold bored
Whatever happened to Bobby Ray, he used to be here for us
Then he got famous and left all of his fans in the dust
We never hear from you, you're
only sell candy, girl, the size bricks
Everybody talkin' bout them boys from Boston
Why won't they just let us live? Tell me why
There ain't no
the smell
Came from the mud, I ain't never had nobody
Did it by myself and this music was a hobby
Haters try to stop me, I'ma smurda like I'm Bobby
Don't
won't have to live by anybody else's rules
Everybody tells me things don't stay the same
If you wanna live, you gotta play the game
And they say: Hey
top that
They wanna censor me, they'd rather see me in a cell
Livin' in hell, only a few of us'll live to tell
Now everybody talkin 'bout us, I could
nobody
But my shooter, he got plenty bodies, he hit anybody
Each and everybody, somebody
Any, any, eenie meenie minie moebody, stiff
Nobody live
Damn
People talkin' 'bout what is and what ain't country
What gives 'em a right to wear a pair of beat-up boots?
Is it the size of your tires and your
dealers
Sometimes I glorify the finer things
Because I didn't see them minor things
At the games, I'm known by the refs
Restaurants, I'm even greeted by
Talking Bobby Whitney
Got to keep some commas with me
Everybody know that you don't want no drama wit me
I didn't wanna point out that you do not
the spot
Mr. Ginseu Master an' Bobby Suenam
We form like Voltron, connected by the feet
So there's room to reach, we transform the beat
With the ill
nowadays the nigga jewelry lame
Ain't got it by now, nigga you ain't got it
And why you talkin' like that cause bitch you ain't bout it
And nigga how ya
You Lord, I thank You lord
'Cause everybody needs (Needs)
Somebody standin' by their side
You look at the road, it gets rough
Still you say
the kid who rock a snap back
Steady blow this hash back until my thoughts are abstract
How to get by, that's how we livin' in this day and age
I bring
every time
The devils that I recognize, most of them got pretty eyes
Titties and some plans of just gettin' by, that's the way they live or die
Easy
(for a night)
And when I pull up, man, the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
You live like a movie but a movie my life
What the fuck y'all niggas, ah"
Hey, you know, everybody's talkin' about the "good old days," right? (Yeah)
Everybody, the good old days, the good
Pusher of the button
Talkin' loud ain't sayin' nothin'
The mack of the format gettin' fat
Ain't funny 'cause my neighborhood
Is flowin' money
top that
They wanna censor me, they'd rather see me in a cell
Livin' in hell, only a few of us'll live to tell
Now everybody talkin 'bout us, I could
(for a night)
And when I pull up, man, the crowd get hyped
And everybody love me, the browns to the whites
You live like a movie but a movie my life
(A$AP Rocky)
Mr. Frankenstein
Oh, Victor Frankenstein (ooh)
I'm Dr. Frankenstein
I'm out here saving lives
Igor by my side (ooh)
That's
I got by
Creflo pray Mike Vick payed bobby brown stray Whitney lost weight
Kimbo Slice on the pad when I write
That Mayweather money looking funny in
can't live with no more right
I was raised by the street
So I gotta be damned with the hood team
Too much television watchin' got
Me chasin' dreams
I'm
can't live with no more right
I was raised by the street
So I gotta be damned with the hood team
Too much television watchin' got
Me chasin' dreams
I'm
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