Run D.M.C. - 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 Then that's your way 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 This alliance by my mind and rhymes are more than shiny So in the 90's watch your tiny heiny get grimy Chorus: 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 Then I stab him, grab the mics and start to blab em Like a dragon, the breath of d**h 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 Chorus [Run] Well as the mode explode (Run..) ?? when I'm layin one Listen what I'm sayin (Run..) no playin are you obeyin Run Ba** 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 n***a 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'mma Chorus 2X