Uh-huh, yeah, Yo, yo I seen Run with the chrome spinnin' Watchin' the in the back of the 6 Pulled up on the like, "Who's winnin'?"
said, "Me since eighty-three, get it right" Politely flashed his Roley, dipped to the light Next night seen him on stage some platinum shells With baguettes on the side spelled, "Raising Hell"
I said, "Run the crowd yell you paid 'em well" he said to ask Bertha Dell, who the hell? Oh well, I thought I was done bein' Until my man me up and told me listen to Flex
I know what to do, it was like 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 better than twenty year veteran as a Reverend, hotter than you ever been It don't really matter who the you are The of all cats or the biggest of stars
Tryin' to doubt three, you breakin' the law They the kings, leavin' y'all in awe, that's paw
Like ahhh, Dunn done did it Ahhh, pad hit the pen Ahhh, man droppin' gems Ahhh, the kid's 'bout stackin' the
Yo, Rev. Run, run the block, swerve the Flow is hot, don't need no gun to I'm sick of Vidal, your brother tried to get me to I'm kickin' it raw, even in the of it all
Run laps wack cats, I hate DAT's Since way back, made tracks, I lace raps Yo face that, you catch aluminum bats From numerous cats with Run-D.M.C. on they
You ain't gettin' no 'til your album out The label don't wanna spend money yo what's that No clout, had to settle for a amount While my catalog bigger your bank account
No doubt, I'm the greatest all time fo' Rev. Run comin' through and leavin' in awe
Like ahhh, Dunn done did it Ahhh, pad hit the pen Ahhh, man droppin' gems Ahhh, the kid's stackin' the ends
Ahhh, done did it again Ahhh, pad hit the pen Ahhh, man they gems Ahhh, the kid's 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, the four doors is that, for more horse?
Nah son, for tours I see you've been me for quite some time Yo my bad Ain't a thing, nigga I you rhyme
Yo a nigga gotta do to be more like you? A nigga like me got a clue First things first I DJ, Run all the Actors, want status
But they can't have Since "Krush Groove" you been them papes A lot of rap been made since but most of them fake Thanks for the compliment kid, now jump in your car It's the Reverand leavin niggaz in awe, that's paw
ahhh, Dunn done did it again Ahhh, pad hit the pen Ahhh, man they gems Ahhh, the kid's 'bout stackin' the
Ahhh, done did it again Ahhh, pad hit the pen Ahhh, man they gems Ahhh, the kid's 'bout the ends
Ahhh, done did it again Ahhh, pad hit the pen Ahhh, man they droppin' Ahhh, the 'bout stackin' the ends
Ahhh, done did it again Ahhh, pad hit the pen Ahhh, man they gems Ahhh, the kid's 'bout stackin' the