[D.M.C.]
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These are the words that I wrote so I hope that ya don't man
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I'll never joke about the coke that you're smok-in
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Understand you're fuckin up, fuckin up the block
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Got shot rocked and that's just where the shit stops..
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What's the meaning of this? I must be dreaming
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Everybody's ?? when I see men dealing
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for a rhyme or rope, or a dime of coke
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Sometimes I rhyme when I'm crying broke
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Many many many records broke laws, broke jaws
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A few months ago I had to "Pause"
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During that time, me and my man
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was chilling on the corner with a quart in our hands
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A beef broke out, at Soul Kitchen spot
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It was crazy Baby Pop, someone got shot
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I seen him drop - then came the cops
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Sayin, "Nobody run - everybody stop"
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I wanted to run, cause I was carryin my gun
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Darryl Mack packin mine, strapped with my nine
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Everyone on the wall, that's what the cop said
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Everyone complied, except Bald Dread, he said,
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"Blood claat boi me nah hafa deal wit dat
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Yo I'm a superstar for de world dem call 'im Darryl Mack"
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I turned around and said, "Word up cop!"
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He said, "D.M.C., take your ass down the block"
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If it happened to him, it could happen to you
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cause that's what's happenin on The Avenue
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when I.. "uhh, uhh uhh, uhh.. uhh.."
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"Na-na-na-na-na! The Ave."
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[Run]
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Now on The Ave. (what?) people steal and they dealin away
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I got the feelin the illin will never ever pay
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Cause on the street, you're never in the fast lane
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You go to jail or get a bullet in your brain
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People laugh and smile at a stick-up
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A young man in a rut, shakin a big cup
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People pass his ass and say, "Tough luck"
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To waste time for a dime is cold fucked up
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A loud shot in the air - not rare
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A brother fell to the ground, nobody cares
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You ask why, the baby cry, a man laugh
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Nobody give a damn, that's how they livin on The Ave.... AUUUGH!
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[D.M.C.]
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Away from The Ave. they have what's called the backstreets
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Another world of girls that crawl the backseats
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Systems that are kickin, sinkin many black beats
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(This and that goin on ?? street)
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I remember the time there was a jam in ??
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??, the music, no ?? til after dark
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That's when the shit starts happening
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(Brother from The Ave. this and that again)
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Body move in the back and a quarter in the jar
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Find the rules by the basketball court in the park
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And the ? by the bench where the 40 dogs spark
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The crowd crowds around like they found Noah's Ark
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The young, hung, and swung on a swing
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Glidin and slidin and ride the ding-a-ling
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I didn't see a kid by the see, so he saw
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(Near the monkey bars, funky cars we adore)
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I'm throwin fate to the gate ??
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(And my man from Japan got vicked for sure)
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Do me a favor when you roll with your crew
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You gotta check out, check out, The Avenue
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The Ave.
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Run-DMC |