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Run D M C What S It All About

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John jeans I hit the bar, yo, it's all on me Pop bottles, models be all on me You all gon' see how it's all gon' be Front on me an' see where you all

we are (that's right) Bad Boy maxim with all of our splendor Got some real shit for all y'all pretenders Harlem heartthrob that's shock when it's slender

Yo, yo, what's up, this is MC Ice T I'm here to kick off the M.V.P.S for the 90's You know I'm talkin' about my most valuable player Buddies, ya, know

tell y'all, what's a fuckin' street hit The shit's way off course It's like me tellin' Johnny Cash how to sing about his horse You go on tour, the white

a bull pump And now there's fuckin' shot-up body all on the floor But that's what the shovel's for I low ride and I sag and cuss I cover my face with

it like it's hot Park it like it's hot Park it like it's hot And if a nigga get a attitude Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it's hot Pop it like it'

'm slidin' in pass those, hoes Both eyes close, both arms froze, both charms rolls With the S O S O D E dot F Buyin' bottles, bottles, until there ain't none left I'm

streets And a quarter of time to feed me That's all a nigga like me need Talking about that southern sess now you all up in that mess But never shall