Run D.M.C. - 3 In The Head lyrics

"do or die!" (2x) [run] Come on stand up, still-a, a n***a that's gettin iller If you're weak and/or you're sleepin (then what?) you get the cap i peel up And til-i, i k** a s**er duck dope dealer Sold to my brother but the ghetto stands stiller Still-a, standin, commandin and demandin From the get-go got the ghetto get a medal cause it's standin I'm makin a buck, they takin a buck, the tax that attacks the world A system built to diss em (who?) the boys (who) and the girls They starvin, we're starvin, keepin a nine to five an' Try to hold us down, keep us out but we be risin Risin, risin, risin like the cream Stiggidy stiggidy stiggidy still, stiggidy standin for the team Chorus one: run-d.m.c. (repeat 2x) We put three in the head And the little one said roll over, roll over "do or die!" [d.m.c.] I run amuk upon the s**er duck punks that i'm steppin on The one you're bettin on you're lucky like a leprechaun I turn my weapon on my record ?? ?? Mic checkin and i'm wreckin and i'm checkin on So check it check it out, i'm gonna rock the house Without a doubta i'ma shout about to turn it out So take a step back, i gotta wreck track I got a rep for breakin necks, i get respect black (damn damn!) darryl mack, you're all of that They pray they can save the crazy rat They attack to mack to move him off the map Could never tell i fell, to hell and back It's beautiful -- the mic makes hits To the dirty, stinkin, son of a.... (auuuuuuhh) I'm mad and glad and sad and highly upset So don't do nothin that you might regret Cause i'll stomp that a**, like a little insect (c'mon) Clean off my kicks (c'mon) clean off my kicks (c'mon) Clean off my kicks and then step! (stiggidy-stick, step!) Chorus one Chorus two: run-d.m.c. So they all rolled over and one fell out We put two in the head And the little one said, roll over, roll over! "do or die!" We put two in the head And the little one said.. [run] Now c'mon step to me do me pursue me you never knew me You'll be sleepin and you slept on the step And now your crew be sweatin me like you're sweatin the sweat Another groupie dissin d, now you're back on the set I'm makin em takin em breakin em all Diss em one by one You make the mistake of thinkin i'm soft Thinkin run ain't the one From eighty-three and they be seein me and d and they front ?? the s**ers from the ruckus that's about to become Reel it back, come rewind it's about that time Feelin wack, ate the swine it's about that swine In your body couldn't keep up at the end of the set Bet ya beat ya that i teach ya and you're stuck until d**h (that's what i'm sayin) Chorus one Chorus three: run-d.m.c. We put two in the head And the little one said We put one in the head And the little one said, roll over, roll over! "do or die!" {*jam master jay cuts*} "do or die!" "do or die!" "do.. or die!" "do or die!" "do.." "do or die!" "do or die!" "do or die!" "do or die!" ..