Hit' Em Hard

Lyrics

[Run
 Next. next. next.
 Next y'all it's yes y'allest the tallest
 Three the hardest from Hollis
 If we didn't lock the blocks a lot of blocks'd be jobless, son
 Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay say, hey!
 Come come and see the way we play ' away day
 In and out, sendin shouts out the mouth
 If in doubt, chin em out, grill his mouth and send his snout South
 I'm out - of course the force from up North
 ain't up for grabs yup whattup then it's up yours!
 You see we ain't open up doors - that's BUSINESS
 We knocked those things off the motherfunkin HINGES
 Whoever said we fell off, I have no taste for it
 We couldn't fall off a skateboard, don't WAIT for it
 Cruise the city hard, tell your city we're in charge
 Watch it gitty-God or you'll be head and titty scarred
 ' alliance by my mind and rhymes are more than shiny
 So in the 90's watch your tiny heiny get grimy
 Run-D.M.C.
 Hit 'em Hard, catch him off his 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.
 (D!)
 [D.M.C.
 The hard hitter, I come to cross a critter splitter
 Gold digger, better get a babysitter
 I'm Daddy, cruisin like a Caddy braggin
 Rag rag em, bruise em in a paddywagon
 Pull a magnum, point it and I spat it at him
 Like a dragon, the breath of death is goin off
 I'm comin hard, I'm one with God I'm never soft
 I'm a father, to all the kids I'm gettin rid of
 Livin larger, I give it to the highest bidder
 So ante up, and come on out your pockets punk
 The punk rocker, is gonna lock ya in a trunk
 I pull a pump, and bump you off into a dump
 You hear a thump, because I had to stump a rump
 From Hollis Ave., I'll have you on the boulevard
 I pull your card, word to God you know I'm hittin hard
 [Run
 Well as the mode explode (Run.) ' when I'm layin one
 Listen what I'm sayin (Run.) no playin are you obeyin Run
 Bass is placed on the case (Run.) and it'll soon crash
 sound beatdown AUGGGHHHH! *explosion* Another boom bash
 See me and first thing they'll be like cursin I'm rehearsin it
 You're weak and you're wack and
 you'll be the second and I'm first in it
 Comin at you hard with God we're never feelin odd
 Tell me how you figure pull the trigger nigga gettin scarred
 Troop without a care my dear, you never hear a fear
 Standin in the corner my daughter, you wanna - call me
 You wanna call me out, you wanna call me out
 You wan' you wan' you wanna wanna call me out a with the
 trendy wear and your nappy hair
 Never give a glare too rare you just stare
 Prepare for your prayer, remember the tear
 Cause Run'll beat ya, got to reach ya, ' ', and I'ma

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Song Details

Duration
02:53
Key
6
Tempo
99 BPM

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