歌詞:
Run D M C Don T Stop

displays You gotta make the best of what you got to get to the top In hip-hop, you gotta diggy diggy, don't stop Don't stop Don't stop Don't stop The

limp Can't stop till I see my name on a blimp Guarantee a million sales pullin' all the love You don't believe in Harlem World nigga double up We don't

a figure I'm gonna end up with a big sum 'Cause if you don't like one jam, I always got another one Different, specifically I don't copy Tear up the track if the flow sounds sloppy I don't

battle of mics (sounds of gunfire) I'm using gages and flashlights Ease back and don't give me no feedback Yo,"Ice cool out",yo,fuck that I'm hot,I'm

nigga, stop that C mid shoes, now, I'm on the move You're family's crying, now, you on the news They can't find you and now they miss you Must I remind you I'm

Through customs, cops can't bust him It's Hov the Hustler, I'm having one hell of a run And you like it All those haters talkin' shit we don't like

rap by night, C-Bone in this Bitch College Park trump tight [Hook] [T-Mo Goodie] I'm pimp tight, give a fuck, niggaz know what's up It's T-Mo and

girls tannin', liposuction Fake titties are implanted, fake lips that's life destruction Light skinned women, biracial hateful toward themselves Denyin' even they blood I don't

it don't stop They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone I ain't