*featuring Method Man,Dig Dast,Gold D,Jamel Simmons
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[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]
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Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?
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(Gold D, Dig Dast what's goin down, what's goin down)
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{Aight, what's goin on, what's goin on
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What's the deal pa, where you headed son?}
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(Yo I'm bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit
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Wit my Uncle Run, boy)
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{Word?} Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin plates
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At churches and shit?
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(He's spittin flames right now baby
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He at the top of his game, right now
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I'm tellin, I'm show you, watch
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Youknowhatimean? He's a born again, hooligan)
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Uh-huh
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[Jamel Simmons]
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I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakin
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Industry shakin, you kiddin me? We money makin
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Your money fake son, I'll call you clay cuz you get's Play-Doh
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Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay low
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Platinum hailos, hero heads high from hydro
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Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow
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She ain't know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion
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Simmons name sinamous wit this cash
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It's our passion... what!?
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[Run]
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Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no more
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Call it Simmons Incorporated, since '74
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Lotta money in this fam, think about it
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Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam
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Well damn, how the hell you think we livin?
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How you think it feel to be a Simmons
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Imagine Christmas and Thanksgiving
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People wanna know why I ain't on my brother's label
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If I did this whole rap game be unstable
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Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors
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It's only fair that we share those naked papers
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You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain't luck
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If 20 years after his first single, his name's stuck
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From '74 to '99, did novice to king, wit a million
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MC's waitin in line
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Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise
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[Method Man]
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Now speed it up, uh
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[Chorus 2X: Run]
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Run really make ya wanna drop, drop
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Now wanna make ya go live, live
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Now wanna make ya go live, live
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Now hold up
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[Method Man]
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Now I walked on ice and never fell
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I spent my time in a plush hotel
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John-John Phenomenon, deadly but calm
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Word to my born, dead by dawn
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Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!
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Another sound boy dyin, hot irons
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Slugs flyin out the hardware appliance
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Baby mamma cryin, sobbin and grievin
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You was at aws wit them kids till they made it even
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Let down ya guard, yes you did, now you barely breathin
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To unaware, open season on a duck, we don't give a what
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Yo best best to give it up
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Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they phony
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Some hump free, they mad bogey
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Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset mosey
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Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for this track, right?
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Futuristic G past type, if that's yo girlfriend
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She wasn't last night punk, little boy
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Stylin mad chump, ain't no wins here
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This sport's extreme, know what I mean?
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Gettin royalty, +Down With the King+!!!
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[D.M.C.]
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Crack, crack, cracks in the cradle
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Cracks, in the cradle
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Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon
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Little Boy Blue higher than the moon
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Will he, will he want a weapons, will he wanted the wound
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I come to school and lay down the rules
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Two, two, two channel empty guzzle, brake gallons of drop
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Shorty wit the forty, once sport in the dark
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Co-co-corner, black as a goner
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Didn't really wanna call my momma in Savannah
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[Mike Ransom]
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I spit dynamite ignite turn off lights
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Recite, spit poetry type, get my squad physically hype
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Get a hundred blast from Funkmaster, crush ya life
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+Blast+ Time to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go down
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Down With The Kings, like Smokey down wit Motown
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Who wanna come and see, come and test me
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Take about a million MC's to wet me
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For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, freein the five
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Wit the red eye, niggas talkin to much
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Tape 'em up, leave 'em hog tied
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[Kenny Cash]
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You thinkin about it way to hard, how to get down wit the Gods
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Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit gats
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Peep chicks huggin the sacks, yours scratchin the back
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I'mma shark in a shack, y'all cats is feedin the fish
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Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga that leave |