Uh-huh, yeah, Yo, yo Aiyyo I seen Run the chrome spinnin' Watchin' the Knicks in the of the 6 up on the side like, "Who's winnin'?"
Nigga said, "Me eighty-three, get it right" flashed his Roley, then dipped to the light Next night seen him on stage with platinum shells baguettes on the side that spelled, "Raising Hell"
I said, "Run the yell like you paid 'em well" Then he to ask Bertha Dell, who the hell? Oh well, I thought I was bein' impressed my man called me up and told me listen to Flex
I ain't know what to do, it was Run was sunnin' everybody But then the shit was true must want him gone, hoppin' on chrome Sayin' they the kings, please, you kept the seat
Ain't nobody than this twenty year veteran as a Reverend, hotter than you ever been It don't really matter who the you are The fakest of all or the biggest of stars
Tryin' to doubt three, you breakin' the law They the kings, leavin' y'all in awe, that's paw
ahhh, Dunn done did it again Ahhh, pad hit the pen Ahhh, man droppin' gems Ahhh, the 'bout stackin' the ends
Yo, Rev. Run, run the block, swerve the Flow is hot, need no gun to cock I'm of Vidal, your brother tried to get me to fall I'm kickin' it raw, even in the of it all
Run laps around cats, I hate DAT's Since way back, made great tracks, I raps Yo face that, before you aluminum bats From numerous cats with Run-D.M.C. on hats
You ain't gettin' no 'til your album out The label don't spend money yo what's that about? No clout, had to settle for a fake While my catalog bigger than your bank
No doubt, I'm the greatest all fo' sho' Rev. Run comin' through and niggaz in awe
Like ahhh, Dunn done did it Ahhh, pad hit the pen Ahhh, man they droppin' Ahhh, the kid's stackin' the ends
Ahhh, Dunn did it again Ahhh, pad hit the pen Ahhh, man droppin' gems Ahhh, the 'bout stackin' the ends
Yo Run that night at the light in the back of the 6? Yeah, I was mad the lost, I got a new whip Yeah, I see, the Bentley Arnage, with the four What is that, for more
Nah son, for tours I see you've peepin me for quite some time Yo my bad a thing, nigga I noticed you rhyme
Yo what a nigga gotta do to be more you? A like me ain't got a clue things first I DJ, Run all the rappers Actors, they want
But they can't this Since "Krush Groove" you makin' them papes A lot of rap been made since but most of them fake Thanks for the kid, now jump BACK in your car It's the leavin niggaz in awe, that's real paw
Like ahhh, Dunn done did it Ahhh, pad hit the pen Ahhh, man they droppin' Ahhh, the kid's 'bout stackin' the
Ahhh, Dunn did it again Ahhh, pad hit the pen Ahhh, man they gems Ahhh, the kid's stackin' the ends
Ahhh, done did it again Ahhh, pad hit the pen Ahhh, man they droppin' Ahhh, the kid's stackin' the ends
Ahhh, Dunn done did it Ahhh, pad hit the pen Ahhh, man they droppin' Ahhh, the kid's 'bout stackin' the