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Текст песни Run-D.M.C. - Simmons Incorporated

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(feat. Method Man,Dig Dast,Gold D,Jamel Simmons)[Intro: Dig Dast (Jamel Simmons) {Gold D}]Yo my nigga Jamel Simmons what the deal nigga?(Gold D, Dig Dast what`s goin down, what`s goin down){Aight, what`s goin on, what`s goin onWhat`s the deal pa, where you headed son?}(Yo I`m bout to go to the studio and lay smash hitWit my Uncle Run, boy){Word?} Ain`t he a Reverend now, collectin platesAt churches and shit?(He`s spittin flames right now babyHe at the top of his game, right nowI`m tellin, I`m show you, watchYouknowhatimean? He`s a born again, hooligan)Uh-huh[Jamel Simmons]I`m red rum, Reverend Run, brother son, earthquakinIndustry shakin, you kiddin me? We money makinYour money fake son, I`ll call you clay cuz you get`s Play-DohJamel and Joey Simmons holdin millions on the lay lowPlatinum hailos, hero heads high from hydroHit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flowShe ain`t know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashionSimmons name sinamous wit this cashIt`s our passion... what!?[Run]Yo basically I`m here to rename rap, it ain`t rap no moreCall it Simmons Incorporated, since `74Lotta money in this fam, think about itMe wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def JamWell damn, how the hell you think we livin?How you think it feel to be a SimmonsImagine Christmas and ThanksgivingPeople wanna know why I ain`t on my brother`s labelIf I did this whole rap game be unstableWent over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighborsIt`s only fair that we share those naked papersYou can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain`t luckIf 20 years after his first single, his name`s stuckFrom `74 to `99, did novice to king, wit a millionMC`s waitin in lineKeep a barrel on this album if my man`s and them rise[Method Man]Now speed it up, uh[Chorus 2X: Run]Run really make ya wanna drop, dropNow wanna make ya go live, liveNow wanna make ya go live, liveNow hold up[Method Man]Now I walked on ice and never fellI spent my time in a plush hotelJohn-John Phenomenon, deadly but calmWord to my born, dead by dawnGot the right to bear arm, ring the alarm!Another sound boy dyin, hot ironsSlugs flyin out the hardware applianceBaby mamma cryin, sobbin and grievinYou was at aws wit them kids till they made it evenLet down ya guard, yes you did, now you barely breathinTo unaware, open season on a duck, we don`t give a whatYo best best to give it upSho indeed, let`s Run D`s MC`s, they phonySome hump free, they mad bogeySaddle up ya horse, if the sunset moseyJam Master Jay deserve a trophy for this track, right?Futuristic G past type, if that`s yo girlfriendShe wasn`t last night punk, little boyStylin mad chump, ain`t no wins hereThis sport`s extreme, know what I mean?Gettin royalty, +Down With the King+!!![D.M.C.]Crack, crack, cracks in the cradleCracks, in the cradleCracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoonLittle Boy Blue higher than the moonWill he, will he want a weapons, will he wanted the woundI come to school and lay down the rulesTwo, two, two channel empty guzzle, brake gallons of dropShorty wit the forty, once sport in the darkCo-co-corner, black as a gonerDidn`t really wanna call my momma in Savannah[Mike Ransom]I spit dynamite ignite turn off lightsRecite, spit poetry type, get my squad physically hypeGet a hundred blast from Funkmaster, crush ya life+Blast+ Time to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go downDown With The Kings, like Smokey down wit MotownWho wanna come and see, come and test meTake about a million MC`s to wet meFor Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, freein the fiveWit the red eye, niggas talkin to muchTape `em up, leave `em hog tied[Kenny Cash]You thinkin about it way to hard, how to get down wit the GodsKenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it`ll ride wit gatsPeep chicks huggin the sacks, yours scratchin the backI`mma shark in a shack, y`all cats is feedin the fishNow hate and feed wit clips, nigga that leave you rippedAnd I`m leavin `em dry, shit`s crushed wit bleadin lipsBet I, leave these chips, and a C.L.K.After I hang plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay[Chorus 4X]

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