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You know what i'm saying Lyricsby Run-D.M.C. Buy album CD: Other Songs DOW - W With "you know what I'm sayin'" sample throughout (Kracker) You must be outta your mind What do ya think you're doin' here 20 years gone by, and you still don't know why When there was a day one, there was a DJ Run And when you think of days way back, there was a Daryl Mac And before you had a ghetto blaster, There really was a Jam Master Kid kracker, that's me, yo Kid Rock, Come show the unknown what you think is what (Kid Rock) What chyall do is just in a legend Been rhymin' since the age of eleven I know the records so I'm goin' to heaven Seven and I'm rollin eleven Beats platinum popper your copper You rock a Benz but I got a chopper Sayin' this thing over and over You think I'm playin, but I'm not so I'll say it again I'm say only you know what I'm sayin' Playin' what you think I'm playin' Rollie while my hommie is Joey The problem is y'all think that you know me Never have I ever been better Mad cause I'm tougher than leather Sunny on the story is whether you know what I'm sayin I'm the king and I'm rulin' forever (Kracker) Yeah, you better believe Hip-hop and rock does exist And before you cross that off the list, You better get yourself some of this And you can wish til your eyes bleed But you know what I mean And this stuff aint never been so mean So you better come clean before you can't come at all 'cause once you start to spit You can bet your ass you're gonna fall I said you can bet your ass you're gonna fall (why why why why) (Kid Rock) Why the hell yall rappers be frontin' Don't publish shit that points to you know nothin That rollie must be borrowed or somethin' And when I roll up like this I been huntin' Feedin' up a bunch for a million Thinkin' that your makin' a killin' Now the day is over no moanin' Y'all sucker's sober that your checkin' Out a certain feelin' What happened to those couple of hoes Damn you and you payin' them hoes And that wasn't complementray mode It's like that and that's the way that it goes, bitch (Kracker) While you busy sleepin, Run DMC is busy eatin' Steaks, shrimp, Lobster up in Maine Champaign from L.A. to Spain Detroit to Texas Nobody checks us New moves And you can't see it You better get some glass 'cause it's Run DMC n Or Jam Master Jay n Lets playin' 'cause if you don't say it Some one else will Who sport this bill ******Need some help here... (Run) Do you hear the beats up to the ceiling Brooklyn all the way to New Zealand Harlem all the way to Jamaica Run's up in your Bodega Queen's, and to the playa's in all your hustlers in Memphis Livin' up in tenament buildings (Kracker) Uh huh and we all say none And there'll be no more From shore to shore Coast to coast Run DMC, Jam Master Jay, Kid Rock, Kracker Chillin' in most Chillin' aint nobody illin' We walk this line And contrary to popular belief Real stars do shine And from behind So lets rip No shots We hot on this hustle Thanks for comin' out God bless Good night like Russell (wha wha wha wha) DMC: wha wha wha wha wha Wha wha wha wha wha Wha wha wha wha wha
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