[Run]

Next.. next.. next..

Next y'all it's yes y'allest the tallest

Three the hardest from Hollis

If we didn't lock the blocks a lot of blocks'd be jobless, son

Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay say, hey!

Come come and see the way we play ?? away day

In and out, sendin shouts out the mouth

If in doubt, chin em out, grill his mouth and send his snout South

I'm out - of course the force from up North

ain't up for grabs yup whattup then it's up yours!

You see we ain't open up doors - that's BUSINESS

We knocked those things off the motherfunkin HINGES

Whoever said we fell off, I have no taste for it

We couldn't fall off a skateboard, don't WAIT for it

Cruise the city hard, tell your city we're in charge

Watch it gitty-God or you'll be head and titty scarred

?? alliance by my mind and rhymes are more than shiny

So in the 90's watch your tiny heiny get grimy



Chorus: Run-D.M.C.



Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard - what?

Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard - what?

Hit 'em hard, hit 'em hit 'em hard - what?

Hit 'em hard, hit 'em hit 'em hard..



(D!)



[D.M.C.]

The hard hitter, I come to cross a critter splitter

Gold digger, better get a babysitter

I'm Daddy, cruisin like a Caddy braggin

Rag rag em, bruise em in a paddywagon

Pull a magnum, point it and I spat it at him

Then I stab him, grab the mics and start to blab em

Like a dragon, the breath of death is goin off

I'm comin hard, I'm one with God I'm never soft

I'm a father, to all the kids I'm gettin rid of

Livin larger, I give it to the highest bidder

So ante up, and come on out your pockets punk

The punk rocker, is gonna lock ya in a trunk