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Simmons Incorporated

Yo, my nigga, Jamel Simmons, what the deal, nigga?

Gold D, Dig Dast, what's goin' down? What's goin' down?

What's goin' on? What's goin' on?

What's the deal, pa, where you headed, son?

Yo, I'm 'bout to go to the studio and lay smash hit

Wit my Uncle Run, boy

Word? Ain't he a Reverend now, collectin' plates

At churches and shit like that?

He's spittin' flames right now, baby

He at the top of his game, right now

I'm tellin', I'ma show you, watch

You know what I mean? He's a born again, hooligan, uh huh

I'm red rum, Reverend Run, brother, son earthquakin'

Industry shakin', you kiddin' me? We money makin'

Your money fake, son, I'll call you clay 'cuz you get's Play-Doh

Jamel and Joey Simmons holdin' millions on the lay low

Platinum hailos, hero heads high from hydro

Hit the dime on the combo, she try to diss my rhyme flow

She ain't know we only glamorous like Phat Farm fashion

Simmons name synonymous wit this cash

It's our passion, what?

Yo basically I'm here to rename rap, it ain't rap no more

Call it Simmons Incorporated, since seventy-four

Lotta money in this fam, think about it

Me wit Run-D.M.C., and him over at Def Jam

Well, damn, how the hell do you think we livin'?

How you think it feel to be a Simmons?

Imagine Christmas and Thanksgivin'

People wanna know why I ain't on my brother's label

If I did this whole rap game be unstable

Went over to Arista wit Mr. Davis, for the change of neighbors

It's only fair that we share those naked papers

You can tell a cat serious about rap and it ain't luck

If twenty years after his first single, his name's stuck

From seventy-four to ninety-nine, did novice's king

Wit a million MC's waitin' in line

Keep a barrel on this album if my man's and them rise

Now speed it up, uh

Run really make ya wanna drop, drop

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Run really make ya wanna drop, drop

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Now I walked on ice and never fell

I spent my time in a plush hotel

John John Phenomenon, deadly but calm

Word to my born, dead by dawn

Got the right to bear arm, ring the alarm

Another sound boy dyin', hot irons

Slugs flyin' out the hardware appliance

Baby mamma cryin', sobbin' and grievin'

You was at odds wit them kids till they made it even

Let down ya guard, yes, you did, now you barely breathin'

Too unaware, open season on a duck

We don't give a what, yo, best best to give it up

Sho indeed, let's Run D's MC's, they phony

Some hump free, they mad bogey

Saddle up ya horse, if the sunset mosey

Jam Master Jay deserve a trophy for this track, right?

Futuristic G past type, if that's yo girlfriend

She wasn't last night punk, little boy

Stylin' mad chump, ain't no wins here

This sport's extreme, know what I mean?

Gettin' royalties, 'Down With The King'

Crack, crack, cracks in the cradle

Cracks, in the cradle

Cracks in the cradle, cokes in the spoon

Little boy blue, higher than the moon

Will he, will he want a weapons, will he want the wound?

I come to school and lay down the rules

Two, two, two, channel empty guzzle, brake gallons of drop

Shorty wit the forty, once sport in the dark

Co-co-corner, black as a goner

Didn't really wanna call my momma in Savannah

I spit dynamite ignite, turn off lights

Recite spit poetry type, get my squad physically hype

Get a hundred blast from funkmaster, crushin' ya life

Time to go now, show these fake rappers the way to go down

'Down With The King', like Smokey down wit Motown

Who wanna come and see? Come and test me

Take about a million MC's to wet me

For Run-D.M.C. I let shells fly, freein' the five

Wit the red eye, niggas talkin' too much

Tape 'em up, leave 'em hog tied

You thinkin' about it way too hard, how to get down wit the Gods

Kenny Cash, the Bronx cat, but it'll ride wit gats

Peep chicks huggin' the sacks, your's scratchin' the back

I'mma shark in a shack, y'all cats is feedin' the fish

Now hate and feed wit clips, nigga, that leave you ripped

And I'm leavin' 'em dry, shit's crushed wit bleedin' lips

Bet I leave these chips and a C.L.K.

After I hang plaques in the spot wit Run, D and Jay

Run really make ya wanna drop, drop

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Run really make ya wanna drop, drop

[Incomprehensible][Incomprehensible]Now hold up

Run really make ya wanna drop, drop

[Incomprehensible][Incomprehensible]Now hold up

Run really make ya wanna drop, drop

[Incomprehensible][Incomprehensible]Now hold up, hold up

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