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[D.M.C.]
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On the lower level where the devils dwell..
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Comin from the one, comin back from hell
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{*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -> scratched by Jay*}
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[Run]
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Peepin out the window, checkin on the criminals
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Out in the yard, it's hard, but you're in
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so you do your time and never let the time do ya
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He lost his mind that's what the time'll do to ya
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A brother in the box screamin find a ciggarette
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Niggaz walkin by ain't tryin to hear that
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So off to the Day Room, a fight in progress
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A brother got sliced and diced over nonsense
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D.O.I., Dead On the Island
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The life the knife the price, for wigga-wildin
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Never a day, I say I'm not leavin
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Long as I live in a crib and I'm breathin
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Four years done, another one in a cell
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Don't need nobody to come, cause I'll be back from hell
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{*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -> scratched by Jay*}
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[D.M.C.]
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Fire and brimstone, sendin 'em home
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to the brownstone, and on the streets that he roamed
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Before he got locked up, he sewed the whole block up
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People would jock, because he cooked the rock
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Caught by the cop, he's knocked, and now he's faceless
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The spot was hot, he's Scott, that's what his name is
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When he was out with clout, people surround him
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Now that he's in the pen, niggaz downed him
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Wait upstate, for the day, til they free the man
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In '98, be straight, and then you'll see him again
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Ready to kill, and steal, ill and build
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a flyer empire, higher, still runnin the 'ville
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{*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -> scratched by Jay*}
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[Run]
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Boy goin to hell, another day in the dark
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The brother wait in the park, blind faded and stalked
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Naked, out to die and not movin
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He needs a fix by six that means you've been
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strung out, your lung out, foamin with your tongue out
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Back to hell and well, that's where you hung out
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for the past and last year, your acts for cash here
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Crash and smash any ass to get a blast yeah
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The brother smother his mother, for another one
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Then ill and kill, with the other son
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For crack as well, the brother black he yell
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You just stop and think, he's comin back from hell
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{*"Back.." - "from the depths of hell" -> scratched by Jay*}
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.. "from the depths of hell and you can smell the smoke!"
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Back From Hell
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Run D.M.C |