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
go down throw down forget about tomorrow cuz you cant pay back all the time that you borrowed it's too late on streets of hate you await your fate i tell you brother you
it easy, take is easy, take it easy [Clef] + (L-Boogie) You movin bricks but you better take it easy Here's a tip, you're too flashy I don't tip twice, but you
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't no
Pricked by cuticle thorns Dried the sleep on nursery slits Into this life I?m born Heaven?s just a scab away I?d like to see you after just one taste
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
arms you're kickin power and musty Get out of my way, and let the rhythm path roll Let me run up the charts, freak a rhyme turn gold while you're listenin
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