Run-d.m.c. - The Ave. Lyrics
[d.m.c.]These are the words that I wrote so I hope that ya dont manIll never joke about the coke that youre smok-inUnderstand youre *****in up, *****in up the blockGot shot rocked and thats just where the shit stops..Whats the meaning of this? I must be dreamingEverybodys ? ? when I see men dealingFor a rhyme or rope, or a dime of cokeSometimes I rhyme when Im crying brokeMany many many records broke laws, broke jawsA few months ago I had to pauseDuring that time, me and my manWas chilling on the corner with a quart in our handsA beef broke out, at soul kitchen spotIt was crazy baby pop, someone got shotI seen him drop - then came the copsSayin, nobody run - everybody stopI wanted to run, cause I was carryin my gunDarryl mack packin mine, strapped with my nineEveryone on the wall, thats what the cop saidEveryone complied, except bald dread, he said,Blood claat boi me nah hafa deal wit datYo Im a superstar for de world dem call im darryl mackI turned around and said, word up cop!He said, d.m.c., take your ass down the blockIf it happened to him, it could happen to youCause thats whats happenin on the avenueWhen i.. uhh, uhh uhh, uhh.. uhh..Na-na-na-na-na! the ave.[run]Now on the ave. (what? ) people steal and they dealin awayI got the feelin the illin will never ever payCause on the street, youre never in the fast laneYou go to jail or get a bullet in your brainPeople laugh and smile at a stick-upA young man in a rut, shakin a big cupPeople pass his ass and say, tough luckTo waste time for a dime is cold *****ed upA loud shot in the air - not rareA brother fell to the ground, nobody caresYou ask why, the baby cry, a man laughNobody give a damn, thats how they livin on the ave.... auuugh![d.m.c.]Away from the ave. they have whats called the backstreetsAnother world of girls that crawl the backseatsSystems that are kickin, sinkin many black beats(this and that goin on ? ? ? street)I remember the time there was a jam in ? ? ?? ? , the music, no ? ? til after darkThats when the shit starts happening(brother from the ave. this and that again)Body move in the back and a quarter in the jarFind the rules by the basketball court in the parkAnd the ? by the bench where the 40 dogs sparkThe crowd crowds around like they found noahs arkThe young, hung, and swung on a swingGlidin and slidin and ride the ding-a-lingI didnt see a kid by the see, so he saw(near the monkey bars, funky cars we adore)Im throwin fate to the gate ? ? ? ?(and my man from japan got vicked for sure)Do me a favor when you roll with your crewYou gotta check out, check out, the avenue
