Texty:
Run D M C I M Not Going Out Like That

going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that" (like like, like..) "going" .. "out, out out" .. "like that", "I'm not!!" "going

it comes to beats, well, I'm a fiend I'd like my sugar with coffee and cream Well, I gotta keep it going keep it going full steam To sweet to be sour

on (Birdman Jr.'s birdy) [Shanell] I love the skin that I'm in Goose pimples couldn't shake me up out of the Y.M. That Yack, That Goose, That 'Tron, That

out in Asia If your girl keep coming around them I'm a blaze her I'm the Bad Boy flavor, light blue gators Not guilty, plus I'm filthy, c'mon Make this

are comatose I'm not a joke and I go for broke and while I'm laughing You'll be gagging from the motherfucking gunsmoke Walk the streets and I play

you haters hate me, as I make a little mo' [Hook] I'm going platinum this time, (this time-this time) I think you fellas, better respect my mind (mind-mind) I'm

synthesizer sound, so silence when I say I am great, get it straight 'cause that's my fate My name is Run, I'm number one, that's how I rate He's in

that high it's that double-set rapped around some funk in the trunk I got the mossberg pump and bout' to jack a punk And when that siccness hits I'm

to look for my plate on some Mr. Magoo shit Fuck, I look like, I'm not going to watch this go on any longer I'm on y'all Harlem, who else is going to