Runs House Lyrics by Run-d.m.c.

Runs House Lyrics

    <run>
    A whole lot of superstars, on this stage her tonight
    But i want yall to know one thing-this is....<dmc> my house
    <run>and when i say who's house, yall know what time it is.
    Who's house?
    Runs house!

    <run>
    Ah, once again my firend
    Not a trend for then
    They said, rap was crap
    But never had this band
    Till the ruler came
    With a cooler name
    Make ya dance and prance and draw the fans to stades
    Name is run my son
    Number one for fun
    Not a gun that's done and get done by none
    The others act in fact ya just wack i kill
    <dmc>why?
    <run>because its fun my son and run heads the bill!

    (chorus)
    Who's house?
    Run's house!
    (repeat twice)

    <dmc>
    Im in the house yall
    Im in the house yall
    And this is how run dmc will turn it out yall
    Im in the house yall
    Im in the house yall
    And this is what run dmc be about yall
    Will my name is dmc,
    The all-time great
    I buts the most rhymes in new york state
    Reporters claw
    Producers die
    They want to be down with the king!
    The wanted man from the wanted clan
    Wanted by every fan from across the land
    Not a g.a.n.g from off the street
    R. and u.n. d.m.c complete!

    (chorus)

    <dmc>get on the mic and (emcee)
    <run>
    Another time i take
    For the rhyme i make
    Make me mad and sad because the fad is fake
    See i do this thing so come presue this king
    One mind i rhyme so all you just break<?>
    Cus im the best im def
    Ask the rest they left
    Thats my name my game and we dont need the rep
    So keep the booze you loose and suckas cool your mouth
    I set a trap for rap thats crap
    Its run's house!

    (chorus)

    <dmc>
    Some underestimate
    And miscalculate
    My intent to create what i call the great
    Till i make a song that i prove em wrong
    See my song so strong ittll make em come along
    Come in the door
    Get on the floor
    Hard rock hard hitting hiphop hard-core
    Causing casualties and catastrophes
    And tragedies for the suck emcees
    Use a strategy to get the best of me
    You dirty rat emcees
    Whoever you may be
    You need to go down south
    You need to shut your mouth
    Its all about no doubt just shout cus we turn it out!

    (chorus)

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