guard, what? Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard, what? Hit 'em hard, hit 'em, hit 'em hard, what? Hit 'em hard, hit 'em, hit 'em hard, what Hit 'em hard
what? Hit 'em hard, catch him off his guard - what? Hit 'em hard, hit 'em hit 'em hard - what? Hit 'em hard, hit 'em hit 'em hard.. (D!) [D.M.C.] The hard
nigger to step to I'm catching bodies and the next one could be you Quick on the trigger,yo,I'm a gravedigger Drop off a a body and deep six'em in the
name(D.O.E. on the M-I-C) And where you from(NYC, we up in here G) Why don't you get on the mic for the symphony? (D.O.E.) Ok
? Then C-Walk homie C-Walk homie, Slip Capone, C-Walk homie O.G. Tray Deee, C-Walk homie Kurupt, Dat Nigga Daz, Soopafly now walk on 'em C-Walk homie, C
switched the rhyme this way now everybody run and flip they style today yup it's kinda strange but a nigga got to give it up to the Midwest who made 'em
kiss my ass, U.C.P.D., F.C.C. Y'all better quit too 'fore a nigga come blast you Blast you, hit 'em up like 'Pac did Take 'em hostage, terrorize and
make 'em see how we the best And I'll be realer than the rest don't flex 'Cause the pump gonna get 'em I'm like a bullet to the chest, suffer a cardiac
doublea Hit the block real hard an' I'ma sew it up Police push up 'cause they notice us L.A., what's the business? Vegas, what's the business? D.C.,
of when the sound run out, run out, r-run out C uhh, yeah Cold-blooded (c'mon) cold-blooded, hard-core (hit em with the) Rough and rugged (c'mon) rugged
breakfast food, UHH! [C] When you wish [I] When you wish [C] Upon a star [I] Upon a star [C] To follow what? [I] To follow what? [C] And where
em I'm kinda hopin' that maybe you wanna kick it in the L.A.C. So later on we'll be rollin' Drop-tops I'm hittin yo' hot spots I'm top notch My niggaz
this tic shit live like EA sports is Dribble in the club I lay up wit two draft choices Hit the center touch the point guard, she hit the joint hard
Why pressin' charges when I'm depressin' hard and shit) Tell the Feds we ain't runnin' no coke factory (Run tell 'em, tell 'em $hort, tell 'em) I used
Blast rhymes like I pump, turn your belly to jelly Veteran M.C., I don't think you rookies is ready Three hundred and fifty pounds of pressure to deal with I run
YO' ASS That's why I'm down with the M.A.A.D. Circle But still keepin it Low Pro, workin for the po' folks So everybody watch your back I'm like the
